The deep night in New York was gloomy, as dark as ink.
However, the FBI's New York office was brightly lit.
The interrogation room door opened, and Filippo Carter was escorted in, looking dejected, shoulders slumped, as if all his spirit had been drained.
Luke walked into the interrogation room carrying two sandwiches and coffee, and Amir also held a burger and coffee in his hand.
Luke sat down at the interrogation table and said helplessly to Filippo Carter, "Do you want a sandwich? We have tuna and beef."
"No, thanks." Filippo Carter pressed his lips together but declined.
Luke quickly finished the two sandwiches and took a few sips of coffee, while Amir also finished, and the two officially started the interrogation.
Luke opened the file, "What's your name?"
"Filippo Carter."
"Do you know why we brought you here?"
"Is it because of Grace Bloomberg's murder?"
"That's right, someone identified you as having been at the crime scene."
"Who identified me?"
