At the Police Station – Interrogation RoomIsabel Chen was led into the stark, windowless interrogation room. The metal table felt like ice under her palms as she sat down. The cuffs had been removed from her wrists, but heavy ankle shackles remained, chaining her to the floor with a metallic clink that echoed in the small space. The air was thick with the stench of stale coffee, sweat, and desperation the unmistakable smell of broken people who had sat in this same chair before her. A single fluorescent light buzzed overhead, casting harsh shadows across her face. In the corner, a red light on the camera blinked steadily, recording every word, every breath, every twitch.Detective Ramirez and her partner, Detective Morales, sat across from her. Ramirez placed a thick folder on the table and opened it slowly, deliberately, letting the silence stretch. Isabel Chen met her gaze without flinching, a slow, chilling smile spreading across her lips.“Ms. Chen,” Ramirez began, her voice fir
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