The interrogation room
He sat in the interrogation room with only the sound of a ticking clock to keep him company. He watched the time go by, and after two hours of staring at the wall, he finally heard voices coming his way. Leroy sat up straight and cleared his throat. There had to be a way to talk them into letting him go.
But finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he heard the sound of footsteps approaching. His heart raced with anticipation as he sat up straight and cleared his throat, determined to make the most of this opportunity. He knew that there had to be a way to talk the police into letting him go, to convince them of his innocence and his desire to make amends for his mistakes. With a deep breath, he prepared himself for what lay ahead, hoping against hope that he could find a way out of this mess.
