Ilaria

The interview room is bare: one steel table, two chairs, and a mirror that isn't a mirror. Detective Ferretti closes the door and stays standing. "Sit down. We both know how this is going to go, so let's skip the part where you stare at your shoes." She lays the case file on the table but doesn't open it. "Two hours ago your car was on Viale Roma, and the only person who should have been on that street at that hour is sitting in front of me." She leans over the table with both hands flat on it. "So here's my offer. You tell me everything now and we call this a conversation. You lie to me once and it becomes a night in a cell, and I will find every gap in your story." Her eyes don't move. "Start with why you were there."