“Does anyone want to explain why I’m being brought back to interrogation?” I ask, my voice edged with annoyance. I should be preparing for my divorce proceedings in less than an hour, not being dragged through the precinct like some common criminal.“You’ve been requested.” The large officer says with little interest.I glance down at his badge as he walks beside me.Castro.“Requested by whom?” I press.“Just move.” He replies almost automatically.I grit my teeth but continue walking as he holds my arm in restraint — as though the cuffs around my wrists weren’t enough. The fluorescent lights above us hum as we pass through the corridor. Officers move around us, some pretending not to notice, others watching with subtle curiosity.Word travels fast in a precinct.Once we reach an empty interrogation room, Castro opens the door and guides me inside. The room is cold and sterile, nothing but a metal table, two chairs, and a camera mounted in the corner watching everything.My shackles
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