Chapter 185: Interrogation
Marcella sat with her head bowed and counted the ridges on the table. She’s been doing that for God knows how long. Her mind was racing all over and she needed to do something to focus herself.
The cop sitting opposite her tapped the table with his fingers. It annoyed her. It was fine for the first minute or two but now, it was torture for her. She had no way of knowing the time and she knew it probably was dark already.
Thanksgiving was over.
"When are you going to let me see my husband?" Marcella asked the cop, breaking the silence, hoping this time he would answer her.
"Do you know why you are here?" the cop asked.
"Hmm," Marcella smirked. "Now you’re talking to me?" she raised her brows.
The cop squinted his eyes and a deep furrow formed on his forehead. Marcella didn’t have to wonder; obviously, he hated her. He probably was a friend of one of the cops she exposed, or he was partial toward her for who her father was. He could also be a loyalist of Paul Romano.
Whatever! It didn’t matter.
If her dad was alive, she wouldn’t have stepped a single foot inside this police station and if her husband was conscious, she wouldn’t be here this long. Others would be making a commotion by now. Uncle Karl would be already working. If he was not in here yet, they must be blocking him.
Is Paul that big a deal? Or is this the influence of the Mellon family? Heh!
"How did Paul Romano die?" he asked.
"I already gave a statement to that other officer," Marcella said.