CHAPTER TWENTY
Once again, they'd returned to the Eugene police station interrogation room, but this time, an actual suspect sat across from them. Again, Ilse had the visitor badge on her chest, along with a temporary consultant identification Rudiger had managed to conjure up, with an offer of jellybeans.
She'd accepted the badge, and even one of the grape flavored candies.
Now, as she sat across the table, facing Ms. Winters, Ilse could feel the tension in the room.
Sawyer still seemed mad at her for leaving the car. But at the same time, at least he hadn't refused to let her come into the interrogation with him. Good thing, too—interrogations like these, Ilse suspected, was the whole reason he'd brought her along. Still, she kept quiet, allowing Sawyer to take the lead.
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