Chapter Eleven
When Erik and Jia stepped into the interrogation room the next day, the suspect had already been sitting at the table for thirty minutes.
It wouldn’t hurt Trevor, and it might help figure out just who was helping to hide a killer.
He’d spent the night in holding after a meeting with a lawyer. He’d been under the impression he would be free until trial, but an expedited ruling ensured he’d rot in jail until then.
It was an easy sell for the judge, given that everyone felt a stalker with few strong connections to the community was a heavy flight risk. Jia was looking forward to applying pressure, with Erik’s help.
They’d already arranged for a fake prisoner in a nearby cell to complain about how he couldn’t go back to prison, and how awful it was compared to jail. To get
