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After the police officers had settled their ‘person of interest’ into the interrogation room and locked the door, we silently entered the one next door. The room was not only soundproof, but he was unable to see us as well.
We watched him prowl around the cross-examination area, checking out the two-way mirror and trying unsuccessfully to see behind the glass.
Admiring himself in the looking glass, he finger-combed his overlong, scruffy blond hair, which brushed against the collar of the pale blue shirt he wore. In his mid-thirties and passably attractive, his blue eyes held an insolent look in their depths. It was an instant turn-off to an otherwise pleasant face. He knew he was being observed and reveled in the attention.
Purposefully, he adjusted the front
