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him down, signaling her client not to answer. “Detective, it’s not wise to turn this into an accusatory session. My client has the right to leave any moment.”
    Detective Miller looked at Shandi, tapping his fingertips lightly against the table.
    “Your lawyer is right. I have done much of the talking. It’s your turn now.”
    Shandi waited for the signal from her lawyer to continue. “I did nothing wrong.”
    “So, you are sitting here telling me you had nothing to do with Adny’s situation? Well, according to Adny, you did.”
    Listening intently through the window, Junior recognized Detective Miller’s new tactic from a recent Law and Order episode he watched. The goal was to pull her evil layers away inch by inch by acting as if Adny confessed every deed committed.
    Shandi held the bottom of her stomach, and it looked as if she wanted to throw up over the news. “She’s alive?”
    “You seem shocked, surprised, or is it more of a disappointment? You wanted her dead, didn’t you?”
    Junior noticed a faint smile appear on the detective’s lips while observing Shandi’s blank expression. He had a feeling the detective was digging deeper within her subconscious past the guilt and toward the final confession.
    “I’m sure your mother hates liars. Detective Miller pointed toward the window. She’s standing outside of this room; so don’t disappoint her like you always do.” He leaned in closer across the table lifting one finger in front of her face. “I’ll give you one more chance to tell me what happened.”
    Shandi looked away from him, continuing to hold her stomach. “I … don’t remember.
    Junior recognized Shandi’s ploy for innocence because he attempted to generate amnesia out of thin air many times as a young child to get out of trouble. Knowing how his efforts always failed miserably, he had a feeling she wouldn’t survive the detective’s good judgment of character.
    Detective Miller slammed his hand down on the table, causing Shandi to jump up from her seat. “You enjoyed plighting away in her misery??” He cornered her further into the seat. “Or was it her echoing cries of pain that turned you on more?”
    Everyone inside and outside of the interrogation room was stunned by his reaction as Shandi’s lawyer pulled him away. “Detective, that’s enough. My client and I are leaving now.”
    Shandi lifted herself up and looked in the detective’s direction. “Detective, I know I didn’t help much today, but something has been distracting me for over a year now. She leaned down to wipe the blood spots from the bottom of her seat. “What happened to me has heightened the guilt I feel about what we did to Adny.”
    Detective Miller remained seated. Her lawyer stood at the opposite end of the room with the door opened.
    “Detective, that blood is not what you think it is. I haven’t had my period in about a year now. Can you help me report a rape? You help me, I’ll help you.”
    Detective Miller pulled out his writing pad. “Was it someone you knew? Or was it a stranger?”
    She walked over in her lawyer’s direction. “Someone I knew.”
    “Could you give me a name, and I will direct you toward the right person in the police department to help you.”
    “Terri’s boyfriend.”
    Junior placed his hand over his mouth, shocked about what he heard. He felt no sympathy, but more frustration wondering how it related to Adny’s misfortune. There was no time to think further as he watched Detective Miller walk into the next room. It was Madison’s turn. Junior helplessly watched from the window as Madison sat engrossed in her cell phone, failing to notice the detective’s arrival.
    He extended his hand to greet her. “I’m Detective Miller. What’s your name?”
    She ignored his efforts to greet her and directed her attention back to the cell phone.
    He pulled the phone from her hands. “You don’t like shaking hands?”
    She scrunched up her nose with disgust, not