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The uniformed officer walked over to Bella’s desk. He was stuffing his handcuffs back in the case on his duty belt.
“All good?” Bella asked.
“Yeah. He’s in interview 3.”
“Thanks, Todd,” Bella said with a smile.
She was outright giddy. She’d promised Lucas that she would take a few days off, but Bella hadn’t expected NiYah to hand her suspect. She couldn’t resist going in. She stood, grabbed a file folder and her notepad, and happily made her way to the interview room.
Bella opened the door and stepped inside. She smiled and placed the file and the notepad on the table that separated her from her suspect. He was handcuffed through a metal loop in the table. His irritation was evident as he shifted in the hard metal chair.
“Michael Anderson, I’m Detective Devereaux.
“Maybeyoucan give me some answers. Why the hell am I here?”
Bella was happy to explain. She took a seat across from him, opened the file, and showed him photos of the three dead girls. The look on his face told Bella that he had a fairly good idea as to why he was there.
“I will tell you this, Mr. Anderson: You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say canandwill be held against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. Mr. Anderson, do you understand your rights? And with these rights in mind, I’d like you to realize exactly how fucked you are.”
