Status: Completed :)
Ain't No Rest for the Wicked
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An hour later, Molly was in a small room with two detectives. She'd done enough research to know that this was an attempt to make her uncomfortable, but that wouldn't work. "So miss Hauffman, would you like anything?" one man asked, sitting down. "Coffee?"
"I'm fine," she answered gruffly.
At this point, any formalities were over. The interrogator folded his hands on his lap. "The charges against you are very serious, miss Hauffman," he explained. "Several charges of first degree murder, as well as numerous charges of drug trafficking. Do you have anything to say?"
Molly only smirked. "You don't know the half of it."
"I'm fine," she answered gruffly.
At this point, any formalities were over. The interrogator folded his hands on his lap. "The charges against you are very serious, miss Hauffman," he explained. "Several charges of first degree murder, as well as numerous charges of drug trafficking. Do you have anything to say?"
Molly only smirked. "You don't know the half of it."