Chapter 11 - Interrogating Elena In Jail
Two days after her arrest, Milo walked into the sterile, fluorescent-lit interrogation room of the county detention center.
He wore his brown velvet blazer over a crisp white shirt, his expression cold, unyielding, and terrifyingly calm.
The heavy steel door swung open, and guards pushed Elena inside, handcuffed and wearing a coarse orange jumpsuit.
She looked pale, exhausted, and broken, her copper-brown silk dress replaced by the uniform of a violent felon.
She sat down heavily across the metal table from Milo, her eyes welling up with desperate, pathetic tears.
“Milo... please, you have to help me; they treat me like an animal in here, I belong in a hospital, not a prison!” she cried.
“You belong beneath a prison cell block for the rest of your natural life,” Milo answered in a flat, chilling register.
“I was sick! I had a psychotic break! My lawyers can plead temporary insanity if you just sign an affidavit!” she begged.
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“Your lawyers dropped your case this morning once they realized the financial fraud charges carry consecutive sentences,” Milo noted.
Elena slumped forward, resting her head against the cold metal table as she finally realized her manipulation days were over.
