My heart hurts in a way it’s never, ever hurt before. “I want a lawyer,” I demand.
Kramer nods. “That’s your right.”
“And you can shove it with the questions. I don’t have anything else to say.”
“That’s your right, too.” He gathers up his folder and rises. “But while you’re sitting in here, I want you to think about what I’ve told you. He’s not coming. You oughta make your peace with that, because whatever moves you make next, you’ll be making them alone.”
Then he’s gone, whisking out through the door and leaving me all alone in this cold, metal-walled interrogation room. It’s sterile and still in here, but within my head, my thoughts are no longer so fuzzy and hard to make out.
Now, they’re jagged and sharp and cutting open everything they touch.
That asshole cop is lying, snarls th
