• NoeHive
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The Interrogation

  • 6 Mar, 2023

The police officers took me in for questioning. I was afraid. I had never been anywhere near an interrogation room before. They told me to sit down. So I did. On the cold, hard metal chair. And it began.

“So, where were you the night Julie was murdered?” The Detective asked me. I looked at his shiny badge. Detective Smith. That sounded familiar.

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