Chapter 157: Henry's Interrogation
A single metal table separated Henry Blackwood from the two detectives sitting across from him.
The fluorescent light above cast a harsh, unforgiving glow on his face, highlighting the deep lines of exhaustion and strain.
His hands, still cuffed, rested heavily on the cold surface of the table.
A male detective, Lawson was a broad guy with a weathered face, leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed.
His partner, Detective Morrow, a younger and sharper presence, tapped a pen against a thin stack of papers, his gaze fixed on Henry with unsettling intensity.
"You're in a lot of trouble, Mr. Blackwood," Lawson began.
Henry's jaw tightened, his shoulders stiff as he met the detective's gaze. "I already told you—I have nothing to say."
Morrow raised an eyebrow, glancing at Lawson.
