Chris
The interrogation room was dimly lit, save for one hanging light over the cold metal table. I pursed my lips as I peered through the small window that was set into the door; there, seated at one of the chairs, was an all-too-familiar head of red hair.
Leonard cleared his throat beside me. “We found her hiding out beneath one of the docks at the southern beach,” he said with a grim tone in his voice. “Seemed like she was waiting for a boat to pick her up.”
The words made me wince. So Amelia likely hadn’t been working alone—I had suspected that there was more to this from the start, but I supposed that a part of me had hoped that it didn’t run as deep as this. I had hoped, somehow, that maybe this was a one-off situation with a crazy woman who just wanted to bang Moonstone’
