The fact they’d put us in an interrogation room couldn’t mean anything good. The last few chats had been more informal. I’d given a statement. Then repeated it a few days later. Then answered some more questions. But that had all been in the hospital, our home, or the captain’s office. Today was different. There’d been a more serious vibe when the officers had come to our door. And there’d been no one here to greet us as we’d arrived at the station. We’d been left to wait, though why, I couldn’t work out.
