“She’s in there.” My colleague points to the interrogation room down the hall, already being guarded by two different police officers. This is a high profile case, after all.

I adjust the lapels of my suit, feeling out of place in it. Usually, I’d be sent in wearing my blues, but the station wanted a more professional look for this meeting. A scare tactic of sorts. If I’m dressed more seriously, I’ll be taken more seriously. But, still, I’ve got a bullet proof vest on under my shirt and a gun strapped into my waistband.

I’m really hoping it won’t escalate to that.

This case has been blown up by the media, so it has to be handled with care. It’s not everyday a seemingly innocent, regular girl goes on a killing spree, ending the lives of her ex-boyfriend and his new girlfriend. People online are completely invested. Doing their own research and everything to see if maybe the actions could be justified. But murder is very rarely justified, and you clearly had a motive.

All I have to do is get you to admit to the crime.

My colleague pats me on the back before I stroll down the hallway toward your room. I’m being sent in alone to give you some sense of security. There won’t be people ganging up on you like this. It’s just me and you.

And, well, the group behind the two way mirror and the other group watching through the hidden cameras. But, yeah, just you and me.

When I reach the steel door, I knock twice in warning before scanning my clearance card and hearing it unlock. I push in with ease, crossing the threshold of professionalism. Immediately, my mask slips on.

“My name is Harry, I’ll be conducting this interview.” I circle the table, setting my things down. “This is a recording device that will be transcribed for use in a future trial.” I place it in the center for you to see. “You’ve already been read your Miranda Rights, but I’d like to reiterate that anything you do or say can and will be used against you in a court of law. Also, that you have the rights to free legal aid upon request.” I finally take my seat across from you. “Let’s get started, shall we?”

My eyes finally slice to yours, mine cold and unnerving. Yours are…wide and almost eager. It throws me off momentarily. That and the fact that you don’t look like a person capable of these crimes. So…innocent and small.

Fuck. Get out of your head, Styles.

I clear my throat. “So… Why’d you do it?”