TIMOTHY POV
Timothy sat slumped in the hard metal chair, his hands cuffed behind his back. His eyes darted around the interrogation room, his breaths shallow and rapid. He refused to speak, even as they spat out question after question. The police had been interrogating him for hours, but he held firm, waiting for his lawyer to arrive.
Detective Martinez, a burly man with a stern countenance, leaned across the table. "Look, Timothy, we know you were at the scene of the crime. You can make this easier on yourself if you just cooperate."
Timothy remained silent, his jaw clenched tight. He knew the consequences of speaking without legal counsel present. Evie had given him a good amount of incite on these things.
Martinez exchanged a glance with his partner, Detective Reynolds. "Enough of
