Brooklyn rubbed the back of her neck trying to ease the crick in her neck as she paced the small, confined interview room. It was a nondescript small room that didn’t look much bigger than her apartment bedroom. It had faded wide concrete walls with a metal table and a chair on each side of it. A metal ring was anchored into the center of it.
They’d been holding her here for what felt like hours. She’d told Jameson what she’d witnessed only leaving out the part she’d been on the phone with Morgan at the time.
He called in an officer to investigate the crime scene. After that he’d left her alone. More than once she’d feared they thought she was an accomplice to Mr. Banner’s murder and were waiting to prosecute her.
Every part of her body was sore after a long work day and their uncomfo
