A single drop of deep crimson blood fell onto the pristine, alabaster sink in the home of Thomas Milburn. In his peripheral vision, he could see another one slithering down his cheek into the basin. His hands were shaking again, he had noticed the tremors only yesterday, and yet they were already worsening. He looked down at the silver razor in his hand, the white splotches of cream were now tinted with a red hue. “Damnit,” he said, under his breath. Quickly, he rinsed the razor clean and washed the remaining shaving cream from his face. Looking back into the mirror, he watched another small speck of blood swell in the little nick and then cascade down to join the other. Thomas wiped his face again and covered the cut with a band-aid from …show more content…
They stepped out of the car and he tightened the cuffs around her wrists. He walked her through the doors, as he saw his coworkers follow them with their eyes. Their surprise was painfully clear as he had not brought in a suspect in months. Once they reached the interrogation room he uncuffed her. “Not afraid I'm going to run away?” She asked. “No Susan, I know you're not going anywhere.” He replied as he held open the door for her. They sat across from each other at a long, metal table. The whole room was designed to break down suspects. Cold colors, illuminated by blinding fluorescent lights, Surrounded by two-way mirrors and thick soundproof walls. This type of environment was created as a way to break their spirits and leave them open and exposed. “Let's begin,” he said. “Fine,” she replied. He reached into his mauve brief case and pulled out the photos he took on his phone. “Is this you?” He asked, sliding the photos over to her. After she looked through them she looked back up at him. “Kind of a redundant question, don't you think?” she