Chapter Forty Eight

Robyn walked into the interrogation room with Detective Brown in tow. The room was dimly lit,with grey painted walls which was wearing off. The metallic chairs looked like they could use a rest.

Craig brightened up when he saw her and sat up straight. He was grinning like a Cheshire cat. Robyn wanted to ask why he was excited that she was there but thought better of it.

She sat down slowly and very calmly. Craig's head was cleanly shaven which in a way made his face look smaller.

"Hello Robyn. You look good." He said smiling. 

"Craig Kirk. You look....older." Robyn said calmly.

Craig withdrew a little as if surprised that she said that. "You remember me?" He whispered.

"Of course. You poured mop water in me in our freshman year."

Craig gasped as the detective gave her a raised brow.

"That was not intentional you know."

"I know