Chapter 8“You’re among friends. We’re here to help.”
They were reassuring words, but were they spoken with conviction? With truth? Delivered by a man in uniform, his large, imposing presence and dark features added to his dominance. The current situation certainly had to be intimidating to a nervous Seetha Assan, who was not only the lone woman in the room, but the lone person sitting. Introductions had already been made. Captain Francis X. Frisano, Detectives Roscoe Barone and Larry Dean. And of course, the man who had brought the troubled Seetha to their attention, a certain P.I. named Jimmy McSwain. They were all gathered in a small interrogation room at the 10th Precinct in Chelsea. It was dimly lit, the stale air warm, bottles of water sweating as if they, too, were suspects in an ac
