บท 513: The interrogation

At the police station…

The brightly lit interrogation room at the police station felt stifling, and the air was heavy with tension. Christopher sat on one side of the small table, his expression a mask of stoic defiance. Across from him, the police officer leaned forward, his features etched with severity as he fired off sharp questions.

The officer's tone was harsh, each word laced with accusation as he relentlessly probed Christopher for answers. He seemed determined to break Christopher down and make him confess to a crime he vehemently denied committing.

"I am asking you again: How did you kill John?" The officer's voice reverberated within the confines of the room, an unrelenting demand for information.