Avery's POV
I was sitting inside the interrogation room at the police station. They had shown up at my house again this morning and asked that I come in for voluntary questioning. I knew instantly that I couldn't call Barrette, and even if I could, I wouldn't. I told them I had to find a lawyer before I could speak to them and that is what I was doing, waiting for my new lawyer to show up. Unfortunately, I had no time to google or do any research on them, and I just had to pray that they were half-way decent.
The door opened and a man who looked like an absolute i***t and very unprepared for this. "Are you Mrs. Jameson?"
"Yes."
"Great, I'm Charlie, the lawyer you called earlier. Now we don't have much time, and I need you to get me up to date as quickly as possible."
He sat down
