Chapter 12 - The Interrogation Room
Back at the county precinct, Vivian sat in the sterile metal interrogation room, still wearing her stained designer wedding gown.
Her hair was messy, her makeup smeared across her cheeks, but her arrogant expression remained completely defiant.
Detective Miller sat across the steel table, sliding a heavy digital audio recorder and a stack of printed transcripts between them.
“You know, Ms. Hayes, locking a seven-year-old child inside an unventilated shed on a ninety-degree day constitutes felony kidnapping and aggravated child abuse,” Miller stated calmly.
“It was a joke! She was acting out, and I needed to teach her some discipline!” Vivian snapped, crossing her arms defensively.
“A joke?” Detective Miller raised an eyebrow, tapping his finger against the digital recorder.
“We just downloaded the hidden voice recordings from your personal tablet recovered from the bridal suite.”
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“Shall we play the part where you told her you would throw her out of a moving car if she told her father about the beatings?”
Vivian’s face drained of color, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water as the trap finally snapped shut around her.
