“I hope what you said wasn't a joke.” I stood up. “If you want to keep testing me, I hope it's over.”

“Mrs Logan, your lawyer is waiting for you in the next room,” Eric said coldly. “This is no joke.”

“Thanks,” I said.

I thought I was going to have to keep dealing with these cops, but the lawyers came sooner than I thought.

Sheriff Eric led me to another room. A man in a black suit was sitting in a chair. When he stood up, I realized it was Tommy.

“Here's your lawyer,” Eric said, pointing to Tommy. “You have 30 minutes.”

The door closed, and I said...