Woman Turns in Lost Handbag at Police Station – Ends Up Handcuffed

The interview room was a box of grey concrete and fluorescent hum. Her wrists ached from the cuffs, the skin chafed red. Detective Harlan, a man who looked like he’d been carved out of granite, sat across from her. Detective Sato stood in the corner, a silent shadow with a pen. “Let’s try this again, Lena,” Harlan said, leaning forward. “The park. The bag. What really happened?”