TWENTY-ONE
June 7 8:45 a.m.Amanda checked in at the desk, where she was directed to sit down and wait by a uniformed male officer behind a screen. She took a seat alone in the large, rectangular waiting room where a dozen chairs lined each of the two long walls. They must have wall to wall perps in here from time to time. She was glad this was not one of those times. She took a seat and waited nervously, trying hard to slow her pulse and breathe normally. After five minutes, the same officer walked into the lobby, stood three feet from her, and called her name loudly, as if there was such a crowd waiting that it was hard to be heard.
“Follow me, ma’am,” the officer said and turned to a door on the far side of the waiting room. They walked down a narrow hall that had a few doors on each s
