Bab 246: Old Fuck-Enemies

Chapter - 246

The door closed with a sharp click as the two detectives left, leaving Rick and Sergeant Linda Swan alone in the cold, dim interrogation room. The air was thick with tension, almost suffocating, as if the walls themselves were holding their breath, anticipating the inevitable clash between them.

The sterile fluorescent light flickered, casting harsh shadows on the cracked, chipped walls. The table between them felt like a dusty saloon bar counter, and the silence was the type you'd find in a desolate western town just before a duel. The chairs were hard, metal, and unforgiving, but neither of them shifted an inch. They remained frozen, locked in a silent face-off. It was as though time had slowed down, with the room heavy like the dry heat of a desert, waiting for the first move to be made.