Chapter 13
Patrick sat in the little room. It didn’t look much like the interrogation rooms he saw on television, more like a storage room with a table in the middle. He was reading the labels on the filing cabinet drawers from his chair when two officers came in. One sat opposite him, the other leaned a hip on the table.
“Patrick O’Leary, correct?”
“Yes, sir,” Patrick said. “The officer at the restaurant said you had some questions for me about drugs? I wasn’t sure what he was talking about, but I’ll do my best to answer your questions.”
“You don’t want a lawyer?”
“Am I a suspect in something?”
“Yes.”
Patrick nodded. “Then yeah, I guess a lawyer would be a good idea. I don’t know much about the law, except that I’m supposed to follow it.”
The officers exchanged a look and a nod. “
