A woman with a long, blonde braid yanked at the chains that held her to the chair. She spat at the interrogator, falling short only by a couple inches. “Let me outta this chair, you cow’rd!”
The interrogator remained calm and wrote something on her tablet. “It’s not my intention for you to get hurt, Mrs. Huffman, but fighting against those cuffs can’t be good for your wrists.”
She tugged once again, scraping against her already raw wounds. “You let my daughter go, you piece of garbage! You don’t wanna know the words I got for people like you!”
The interrogator’s gaze snapped away from her tablet and up towards Janie instead. She remained quiet for a moment. “I just want to have a nice chat with you. Brett Huffman already cooperated with us, and he’s enjoying the benefits.”
Janie spat a second ball that made its way to the interrogator’s leg. “Eat shit and die.”
After removing a handkerchief from her breast pocket, the interrogator wiped the saliva from her pants. She turned her wrist to check the time. “I’m going to leave you alone with your thoughts here for a little while. I’ve got all the time in the world to get you to talk.”
“Say that in thirty years, you old coot,” Janie prodded.
The interrogator stood from her chair, closed her tablet, and walked away. As she got closer to the door, Janie screeched louder and fought harder against her bonds.
She turned off the lights.
The door shut.