The federal building's interrogation rooms were designed to break people.
Serena had been sitting in the sterile white box for six hours, her hands cuffed to a metal table, saying nothing while a parade of agents tried to get her to talk. Her lawyer—the best criminal defense attorney money could buy—sat beside her, equally silent.
"Mrs. Valentino," Agent Morrison tried again, "we have surveillance footage of you executing a United States Senator."
Serena said nothing.
"We have witness testimony placing you at multiple crime scenes."
Nothing.
"We have forensic evidence linking you to the deaths of seven people tonight."
Serena's lawyer leaned forward. "Are you charging my client with a specific crime, Agent Morrison? Because if not—"
"We're building a case that will put both your cl
