Chapter 20
Within five minutes of arriving at the county jail, they had Tom Jones in an interview room. Sullivan let Sheila take the lead. He stood off to the side leaning against the wall near the door.
“How you doing Mr. Jones?” Sheila asked as she flipped her chair around, back to and straddling it. She then slapped the folder with the DNA report on to the table between them causing him to flinch.
The interview room was small, maybe ten by ten feet. The walls were gray and a steel table bolted to the floor, was in the middle of the room with a chair on each side. The one occupied by Jones was bolted like the table.
“The DNA is in and it proves that you were in the barn.”
“But, I was never there. Someone is setting me up,” Jones protested, trying to maintain a tough facade.
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