Ruiz's Point of View
The atmosphere is heavy when I walk into the interrogation room. Stephen Caldwell sits stiffly at the table, his jaw set tightly, his arms folded over his chest. He looks more irritated than nervous as he watches me.
"Thank you for coming in to speak with us, Mr. Caldwell."
"I didn’t exactly have a choice, did I, Detective?"
He says curtly, and I shrug unbothered by his unwillingness to cooperate.
"We have a few new questions for you. The last time we spoke to you, you said that you didn’t know what your daughter was planning. Is that still true?"
I ask and Stephen nods his head.
"Yes. It is still true."
"You know... I find that really hard to believe. We have video footage placing your vehicle, one that you admit you lent her, at the area where the abduction
