In an interrogation room of Silicone Valley Police Headquarters.
Two detectives sat across from Kelsie.
One of them was typing into a computer while the other questioned her.
"According to what we know about you and the late Charlotte Hastings, she's a teacher at your children's school. Is that true?"
Kelsie raised her eyes to stare through the interrogation glass for a moment, then she shifted it back to them, her lips muttering calmly, "I want my lawyer."
They stared at her, brows scrunched up in intense anger.
It was her right, after all, so even if they squeezed the truth out of her here, they wouldn't be able to prosecute her with it.
So, putting aside their brimming hatred for this cruel 'murderer', she was given an opportunity to call her lawyer.
The door to the interrogation room was kicked open thirty minutes later, and Jane Peterson hurriedly strolled in.
"My client was arrested over an hour ago. Why wasn't I informed the minute it happened?"
