Chapter 7 - The Interrogation Room
Under the harsh fluorescent lights of the county precinct interrogation room, the female driver sat in silence behind a metal table.
Her emerald green silk blouse was stained with road dust, and her long dark brown hair hung in disarray around her pale face.
Detective Sarah Miller stepped into the room, dropping a thick manila folder onto the steel table with a heavy, echoing thud.
"Your name is Evelyn Vance, and your family's shell companies have been flagged by federal intelligence for three years," Detective Miller stated firmly.
Evelyn remained completely silent, staring fixedly at a scratch on the metal table without blinking an eye.
"You weren't just kidnapping a random teenager; Chloe's father is federal prosecutor Thomas Reed," Miller revealed with sharp precision.
Evelyn's jaw twitched slightly at the mention of the prosecutor's name, betraying the ice-cold composure she was desperately trying to maintain.
"If you talk now, we can offer federal witness protection before the people who hired you realize you've been caught," Miller warned.
Evelyn finally looked up, a bitter, humorless smile touching the corners of her lips as she leaned back in her chair.
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"You think protection will save me from a syndicate that owns half the judges in Washington?" Evelyn whispered hoarsely.
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