Have you seen those scenes in movies where criminals get interviewed inside one of those claustrophobic rooms with a single light overhead and a camera pointing at your face?
It wasn’t exactly as creepy as they made it seem, but it would definitely drive someone who has never been there to s**t their pants.
André was seated casually on the chair opposite a police detective, his sarcastic smile and blank eyes driving the young man insane.
“Listen here, you little s**t. I don’t have time for your games,” the officer said in an attempt to scare André into telling him what they had exactly been doing near the Fletchers’ house.
It would seem that aligned to what Zac had said the moment before they broke the garage door’s lock, David’s twelve year old sister had been home the entire time. Sh
