Chapter 82 Interrogation 1

Jared's Pov.

The air in the interrogation room was smelling of industrial-grade bleach and the sharp, acidic tang of my own sweat. A single, fluorescent light hummed over my head. I sat cuffed to a metal chair, my wrists heavy with the weight of the cuffs. Every time I moved, the cuffs rattled agai...

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