Chapter 154; Beatrice's Denial
The interrogation room was cold, sterile, and unwelcoming.
Beatrice was in the metal chair with her chin held high, her lips curled in disdain.
Her hands, though cuffed, rested gracefully on the table as if she were attending a tea party rather than being questioned for a series of crimes.
The detective, a tall, no-nonsense woman named Detective Warren, entered the room and set a thick folder down on the table.
She didn't say a word as she took her seat, her sharp eyes glared at Beatrice.
Beatrice smirked. "Finally, some company. I was beginning to think you'd forgotten about me."
Detective Warren ignored her tone, opening the folder and pulling out a series of documents.
"Let's cut to the chase, Mrs. Blackwood. We have enough evidence to charge you with conspiracy, forgery, obstruction of justice, and accessory to murder. Care to explain yourself?"
