Sarah stormed back into the interrogation room, her arms laden with a stack of files and a battered laptop. She dumped them onto the table with a thud, the sound echoing like a judge's gavel.
"Alright, Jack," she said, cracking her knuckles as she opened the laptop, "let's get started." The screen cast a pale glow over her face, highlighting the determination in her eyes.
I leaned back in my chair, stretching my arms behind my head. "Officer Sarah," I drawled, my voice dripping with faux innocence, "don't I have the right to call my lawyer?"
Her fingers froze over the keyboard. For a second, I thought I saw a flicker of irritation cross her face, but she quickly masked it with a cold, professional smirk. "If you want a lawyer," she said through gritted teeth, "you have the right to a phone call. If not, you'll be assigned a government lawyer."
