Facade of Innocence

The police station smelled of old coffee and fluorescent light. Sylvie sat in a hard plastic chair in the corridor outside the interrogation room with her hands folded in her lap, watching through the narrow window in the door as two detectives sat across a table from Damon Voss.

He looked composed. That was the thing that made her want to put her fist through the glass. He sat there in his shirt