Chapter 158: Vanesa's Interrogation
The metallic clink of Vanesa's handcuffs echoed in the interrogation room as she was shoved into the seat by a stern-faced officer.
Her perfectly styled hair was in disarray, her face pale.
Across the table sat Detective Lawson and Detective Morrow, though their eyes gleamed with the sharpness of hawks circling wounded prey.
Vanesa's gaze darted between them, her lips pressing into a thin line.
"This is a mistake," she began, her voice trembling slightly but still laced with her usual haughtiness. "I shouldn't be here. Whatever you think I've done, I didn't."
Lawson smirked faintly, leaning back in his chair.
"Of course. Everyone we bring in says that. Let's see if your story is as convincing as theirs."
Morrow opened a slim folder, flipping through a few pages before sliding one across the table.
