Themself

Imperfect Interrogation I was guided down two flights of stairs to an interview room in the high security bowels of the station. As I went down I idly wondered how many uncooperative criminals had fallen down these stairs. Although on reflection I realised that all the injuries would have been sustained at the bottom of the They took me into a windowless room with a rectangular table in the middle flanked by two chairs on each of the longer sides. All the furniture was bolted to the floor. Embedded in the table was a recording device. Blue pinstripe pushed me into one of the seats without preamble. Opposite me sat a female officer who looked to be about 30. She was also in a trouser suit, light brown eyes, dyed blonde hair, I could see the slight brown at the…