Chapter 17 - The Interrogation Room
In the harsh, fluorescent-lit interrogation room of the county precinct, Julian sat hunched over the metal table.
His designer suit was wrinkled, his hair disheveled, and the arrogant billionaire facade was completely gone.
Detective Vance slid a stack of photographic evidence and forensic reports across the table.
“Your mother has already started talking, Julian,” the detective stated calmly, crossing his arms over his chest.
“She claims you were the mastermind behind the locked door and the oxygen tank explosion.”
Julian’s head snapped up, his face twisting into an expression of raw, unadulterated betrayal.
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“She’s lying!” Julian roared, slamming his handcuffed fists against the table. “It was her idea! She hated Clara from day one!”
“So you admit you were present when the door was locked?” Detective Vance asked, clicking on the digital audio recorder.
