20 Nick
They tell me I’m not under arrest, but that it’s a formal interview. I don’t know what the difference is, and right now it doesn’t really matter. The journey to the police station took place in stony silence. Out of the corner of my eye I occasionally caught McKenna glancing at me in the rear-view mirror, perhaps looking for some giveaway or telltale sign.
The interview room is much as I’d expected, but perhaps a little more comfortable. The chairs are padded and there’s a carpet, which is a start. There are cameras in all four corners of the room, leaving nothing uncovered. I don’t feel nervous, but I really don’t want to have to go into any greater detail about what happened with Angela. It was stupid. I know that. But it was a long time ago and it has nothing to do with what’s
