Dawson's Point of View
Through the one way mirror, we watch Rachel sitting at the table, her hands folded tightly in front of her. She looks composed, almost too composed.
"What do you think?"
Riley asks from next to me and I shrug as I sigh.
"I honestly don't know what to expect. I guess we'll see."
I say, before making my way to the door.
I enter the interrogation room with a file in my hand, followed by Riley, who leans against the wall as soon as he shuts the door behind us, his arms crossed over his chest as he stares at her.
"Rachel. Thanks for coming in."
I say, my voice is firm, but friendly.
Rachel arches a brow at me.
"Well, you make it sound like it was optional, when to me, it didn’t seem like I had any other choice."
She says coolly, and I nod my head, agreeing wi
