THIRTY EIGHT

Detective Vergara

I stared intently at the man sitting in the interrogation room through the one-way mirror. He tapped his fingers on the table and glanced up at the cameras. As he did that, he shook his head in a rhythmic motion and rocked back and forth. Just like a suspicious person. I furrowed my eyebrows as I watched him. Would he do it? After working in the force for over twenty years you learn to put nothing past anyone. Everyone is a suspect. No one can be trusted.

He stood up and started pacing the room with one hand on his hip. He walked up to the mirror and stared at it for so long, I literally thought he could see through it.

"You think he did it?" I looked over at detective William and shrugged. "He is nervous."

"The fact that you brought him in means you suspect him?" I took out my notepad. "I'm going in" I took a deep breath as I pushed the door and entered the room.

Time to get this case over with.

"Thank you for coming in Henry" I reached over and shook his sweat