“Once you leave, I have to email him. They plan to bring you in for questioning.” “We haven’t done anything! Not liking Presley isn’t a crime! Why don’t they concentrate on finding her instead of us?” I yelled. Mrs. Mason sat back in her chair. “Well, that’s the most honesty I’ve seen from you. That’s incredibly brave. Honesty requires vulnerability. How did that feel?” I paused, feeling more manipulated than anything else. “Send Thompson whatever you want. I’m leaving.”
