Nicholas's POV
The interrogation room was more confined than I expected.
Ashen walls. Metal desk. A pair of seats. A camera positioned in the corner displaying a flashing red light. They had abandoned me here for twenty minutes.
Standard procedure. Let the suspect sweat. Let them think about what they'd done.
I didn't need twenty minutes. I already knew.
The door opened. Detective Rodriguez walked in. Mid-fifties. Tired eyes. He'd seen everything. I heard every excuse. Every lie. He sat on the chair opposite where I was seated and dropped a folder on the table.
"Mr. Hartley," he stated. "I'm planning to document this discussion." "Do you get it?"
"Affirmative."
He pushed a button on a recording device. The red signal lights up," Please give us your name for the record."
"Nicholas
