CLAIRE

"We're here," Julian said as the car pulled up to the station.

Detective Rodriguez met us in the lobby, a woman in her forties with a no-nonsense demeanor. "Ms. Cross, Mr. Cross," she said, shaking our hands. "Thank you for coming in, I know this is difficult."

"Let's just get it over with," I said.

She led us to a small interview room, plain walls and a table with a few chairs.

Marcus waited outside while Julian and I sat down. "I'm going to record this," Detective Rodriguez said, setting up a small device. "Is that okay?"

"Yes," I agreed.

She started the recording and stated the date and...