I sigh and pinch the bridge of my nose as I enter the interrogation room. It’s almost midnight and I’ve been called into the precinct to question a witness picked up at a crime scene. It’s too late for this — or too early, depending on what perspective you’ve got. Either way, I just want to get this over with.

“Let me start off easy,” I say without any greeting whatsoever. “Tell me what you were doing tonight.”