Chapter 1

I was trapped in a box.

A simple brick room with a metal table at its center, the metal chair with which I sat, and another that held my captor. Interrogation room c was the writing on the glass door behind him. It also held my freedom a few feet away out of reach. Blocked by a sweaty old man that smelled of old cheeseburgers and stale smoke. His name was Detective Tracey.

In his hands held files that he stared a. . .