Under Interrogation
They sat me down in a room with a table and a bunch of chairs and actually tilted a desk lamp so it shone directly into my eyes. One man did the questioning while other officers rotated in and out of the room. My interrogator was precise and seemingly emotionless. The other officers had lips drawn tight and glared. He asked who I was, where I’d come from, what route I had followed, whether I had seen anyone, had stopped, and had anything happened along the way.
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