The Department of Justice interrogation room held a steel table, chairs, and gray concrete walls. Nothing else.
The brushed steel reflected the ceiling light. Richard and Chloe had no audience except each other.
Behind the one-way mirror, I watched Richard and Chloe turn on each other.
“This is your fault!” Richard said. His face was blotchy beneath the last traces of frosting. “You forged that report, Chloe! You arranged for that judge!”
“Me? I did that for *us*! You’re the one who wanted him gone.” Chloe jabbed a finger at him. “‘I can’t live with that monster.’ Those were your words, Richard. Don’t you dare pin this on me!”
Their engagement had survived less than an hour in custody. Each accusation supplied another detail against the other.
Richard blamed Chloe’s ambition. Chloe r
