CHAPTER EIGHT
Interrogation techniques were one more thing Morgan needed to learn more about. He stood with Danielle outside the interview room where Smithson was currently sitting, handcuffed to a metal bar imbedded in the table. “Am I going in with you?” he asked. He wanted to, but he wasn’t sure what he could offer.
Danielle looked him up and down. “Think you can keep your cool?”
Morgan looked down at his feet. He hadn’t exactly acquitted himself well in previous interrogations, but he wasn’t as personally involved in this case as he had been in that one. When he’d thought he was talking to the person who had murdered someone he had cared about, he’d let his emotions get the best of him. He was outraged for Kimberly and Angelica, but he felt he could take that step back that would le
