In a small empty room with nothing but a table and two chairs, Ruby sat with a pissed-off look on her face.
An officer sat across the small table; his head impeccably shaved.
His hands folded on the table as he stared. As if trying to stare right through her; as if trying to read more than she was letting on. Despite the creepy aura he was radiating, Ruby thought he looked composed enough.
Although it was impossible to be certain when the f**k he would lose it. The cops were pretty unpredictable if her experiences had taught her anything.
“Ms Spencer,” the man said, his pale face void of any emotions. “Nothing to say yet?”
Irritation squirmed across her face. “I already told you what I know.”
“Which is…?”
“That I know nothing,” she gritted out.
The man wiped a hand down his face. “
