97 - Police station

MORGANA FOSTER

After Ryan received that call informing about Lindsay's whereabouts, we headed from the hospital to the police station. James took Elena home and took charge of ensuring her safety. When we entered the police station and arrived at the interrogation room, it became as clear as crystal that the Lindsay Thomas being interrogated was not the same person I knew a few months ago.

The woman sitting here in front of us lacks the same vivacity as the elegant person I knew. I'm in the glass waiting room observing as the officers are questioning her and pressuring her for answers. There are two men in the room, one tall and blond, and one tall and dark-haired. They are very well-presented in their uniforms. The small room is dim, with a small table and a pendant lamp.

One of the officers approaches her stealthily.

His hands are stuffed in his pockets, and a cigarette hangs from his mouth. There's no doubt, looking at her, you can see how scared and nervous she is. He slams one han