The interrogation room at the police station afforded more comfort than he’d seen on any TV show. A stained, but functional coffeepot sat in the corner, and if the coffee smelled a little burned from being ignored too long, Jarrett was still relieved they let him have some without any argument. He drained the first Styrofoam cup in three gulps, then sipped the refill as he waited for whatever came next. Nobody had spoken to him, or popped their head in, or even knocked at the door since Meggison left him alone. He was starting to think he’d been forgotten.
He had no idea where Eli was. He sincerely hoped it was in a similar setup, because they had both had a hell of a night. Eli had stuck to his side at the apartment for as long as he possibly could, but as soon as Yager had shown up to i
