CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Thirty minutes later, Trevor was seated in an interview room at the Branford police precinct. Stella and Roth sat on the opposite side of the desk. Maxwell stood by the door, his arms folded.
Reading his body language, Stella was taken aback to see that Trevor didn’t seem overly concerned about having been brought in. He’d recovered his seemingly impenetrable poise that was only briefly dented when he’d been discovered in flagrante.
His gaze moved thoughtfully between the three of them, but he didn’t appear intimidated and was sitting at ease in his chair. He didn’t even look worried by Roth, who was glaring at him and clearly bringing his toughest persona to this interview.
None of them had spoken since entering the room. This was a deliberate strategy when questionin
