My eyes lingered on the empty seat in front of me until a man came and settled himself in it, immediately capturing my attention. I sat up straight, aware that this was Officer Beckham, as indicated by the ID he presented to me. His presence and the official nature of the situation made me feel a slight sense of unease, though I knew I had no reason to be implicated in Pauline's disappearance.
"Officer Beckham here. Can you provide your full name?" he inquired, his voice calm and professional.
"Belinda Elrod," I answered, watching as he scribbled something in his notepad, taking note of my response. The sound of the pen scratching against the paper added to the tension in the room.
It was my first time being interrogated by the police, and despite trying to remain composed, I couldn't h
