“The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree?”

Karina looked up from the handcuffs on her wrists upon hearing the womans voice. Recently caught and brought in for interrogation, Karina followed in her mothers infamous footsteps of crimes. She let out a machiavellian hum, ignoring the attractive criminal investigator standing minaciously over the table. Karina narrowed her eyes at the bright fluorescent lights suspended above them, acting like something was interesting.