The interrogation continues
In the cold, austere interrogation room of the police station, Steve sat across from Officers Davis and Johnson, his face strain-scarred under the harsh overhead light. “It was years ago,” he began in a shaky voice, “I thought the ring would be my ticket to a better life.” Slowly, he detailed the planning, execution and aftermath of the robbery, each word laden with regret.

The Interrogation Continues
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