The interrogation room was a cold square of silence. Fluorescent lights buzzed faintly above, washing the walls with a sterile gleam that made even breath sound like an intrusion. Clarissa sat in the center of it all, one leg crossed over the other, her wrists glinting faintly where the handcuffs brushed the table’s metal edge. She looked, for a moment, like someone attending a casual interview, so calm, elegant, even bored. But beneath that polish, a sharp current moved, invisible but lethal.The two detectives across from her … Harris and Lorne had seen men and women who broke down in every conceivable way: tears, denial, silence, screams. Clarissa was different. She smiled, faint, almost indulgent, as if the entire situation were an inconvenience rather than the collapse of her life.“You’ve got it all wrong,” she began, her tone smooth as ever. “I know what that man said. He’s delirious. He would say anything for a deal. But if you really want the truth, you should look elsewh
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