'What if my sister throws me under the bus for everything?'
'If she tells them everything, I'll have no defense. Will she get a reduced sentence then?'
The more he thought about it, the more panicked Mr. Donovan became. He kept looking back more and more frequently, and his struggles grew more violent.
If the officers beside him hadn't been prepared, and if Mr. Donovan hadn't been so out of shape from a sedentary lifestyle—leaving his limbs weak and limp—he might have actually broken free.
They could only hustle him into the interrogation room as quickly as possible, ignore his shouting, walk out, and shut the door.
Meanwhile, no sooner had Mrs. Donovan been escorted into another interrogation room than Evan Keller walked in with his team and sat down across from her.
"Mrs. Donovan, confess and you'll be treated with leniency. Resist, and you'll face the full force of the law.
