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The Interrogation Room was pretty much what you'd expect: walls of gray cinder-blocks with a window that looked out on the observation room. A long metal table was positioned beneath a lamp that provided a little too much light.
Alex Clemons was a hefty kid in an Ottawa Senators jersey, his pasty face marked by a nasty bruise on the cheek. Curly blonde hair was left in a state of disarray. The boy really needed a shower. “Can I go?”
Pursing his lips, Jack narrowed his eyes. “You can do this, Alex,” he said, nodding once. “Just tell me the story step by step.”
Alex scrunched up his face, turning away from Jack. He covered his eyes with one hand. “What the hell do you know?” The squeal in his voice was genuine. “Ricky said he would kill me if I talked.”
Biting his lower lip, Jack clos
