Chapter 7 - THE INTERROGATION ROOM DAWN
By 4:00 AM, the sterile fluorescent lights of the downtown precinct holding facility hummed with relentless persistence.
Eleanor Sterling sat upright at the stainless-steel interrogation table, her deep plum dress looking pristine despite the harrowing arrest.
Her high-powered defense attorney, a silver-haired shark named Harrison Vance, sat beside her with a smug, unbothered expression.
"My client maintains her complete innocence, Officer. This is nothing more than a hysterical domestic dispute blown out of proportion," Harrison declared smoothly.
Detective Miller tossed a thick manila folder onto the table, sliding a printed transcription across the metal surface.
"That 'hysterical dispute' was caught in 4K high-definition by the estate's newly installed security camera system," Detective Miller replied flatly.
Eleanor’s eyes widened slightly as she stared at the photographic stills extracted directly from the balcony camera feed.
The freeze-frame clearly captured her hands aggressively shoving Clara’s back right over the open expanse of the second-floor drop.
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"The camera angle is misleading. I was merely gesturing to steady her balance after she tripped on her own gown," Eleanor lied smoothly through her teeth.
"You can lie to your lawyer all you want, Mrs. Sterling, but the grand jury is going to love this footage," Detective Miller retorted with a cold smile.
