Officer Dawson's Point of View
Rachel sits in the same chair as before, looking even more smug than the previous time she was in the interrogation room.
I drop a file on the table, hard as Riley and I take our seat in front of her.
"We know what you did, and you are done playing your little games, Rachel."
She smirks at me, arching her brow.
"Is that so? Well, I'm sure I don't know what you mean."
She says shrugging and I feel anger bubbling up within me at her arrogance.
"You know... We pulled surveillance footage from the coffee shop. Not only do we have proof that you were watching the playground, but ten minutes after you left the coffee shop again, that photo was printed from the staff copier at school, using a stolen keycard."
Rachel’s smirk fades slightly as she stares at m
