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When Detective Miller walked in, Mickey directed his attention away. Junior knew when Mickey’s nerves overtook his body because both of his legs always shook. Similar to how Mickey was reacting around the detective, he could never look Junior in the eyes when he was nervous.
    Mickey’s parents hired a lawyer who tried to make the situation as painless as possible.
    The lawyer failed to ease the tension.
    Detective Miller placed the usual recording device used for all interrogations on the stained wooden table in the darkened room. The usual protocol was to ask the suspect’s name for recording purposes. Protocol was ignored because Mickey could barely talk. The questioning occurred rather quickly.
    “Look, Mickey, I’m going to be nice and give you two choices because you seem like a good kid. Choice one, you tell me what really happened, and you go home. Choice two, you keep your mouth closed, and I lock you up. You will never see your family again. You decide.”
    He pulled out a manila folder from his bag and placed it on the table. Mickey continued to look down at his jittering legs while fiddling his thumbs.
    “Mickey, this folder contains the coroner’s report of Adny’s autopsy.”
    Mickey lifted his head and spoke through covered hands over his mouth. “What do you mean her autopsy? She’s dead?”
    Junior watched enough interrogations on television to know that Detective Miller was bluffing. The manila folder was empty. He had a general idea of how the investigative system worked. Detective Miller would treat Mickey as a murder suspect—as if Adny were already dead.
    “Mickey, your friend is gone. Establishment has been cleared. I can make a jury believe guilty until proven innocent in a heartbeat. But I know that’s not what you want. Tell me what happened.”
    Junior sensed Mickey’s guilt as his voice cracked, and he knew the detective did, too. The tactic was working.
    Mickey’s eyes began to water. “I … don’t know.”
    “You can’t use that line with me. We both know you were the one to make the 9-1-1 call. What did you do to Adny?”
    Mickey’s lawyer motioned her arm in front of Detective Miller’s face to get his attention. “My client has the right to the Fifth Amendment. He doesn’t have to say anything that may incriminate him.”
    Detective Miller ignored the lawyer to play the 9-1-1 recording.
    911 Dispatcher : 9-1-1, what’s your emergency?
    Mickey : She can’t breathe.
    It was Junior’s first time hearing the recording. Mickey asked Detective Miller to stop the recording, but it kept playing ‘til it got near the end. Anger prevented him from crying. He could hear Michelle begin to sob, but couldn’t bring himself to look back at her. Sadness stopped him from talking.
    911 Dispatcher: What happened to her?
    Mickey: My friend tried to kill herself.
    Mickey’s lips tightened as he placed both hands over his ears. Junior fought the urge against his rage to run in and choke Mickey to death.
    Detective Miller pressed the stop button to calm Mickey back down. “Mickey, I can tell by your reaction that you cared about Adny. I am going to say it again because I don’t think you heard me. Your voice is on the 9-1-1 tape. You were in her room.”
    Mickey rested his hands back on his lap while staring at the recording device. Detective Miller leaned in closer, their faces nearly touching. “Was it to seek revenge? Was it to hurt her? Or did you crumble under the pressure, allowing the weight of life to snap you in half?”
    Mickey stood and looked the detective directly in his eyes. Detective Miller alertly sat up when his tone and demeanor shifted. “Detective, I may not be sure about everything, but I am definitely sure that I would never hurt a friend … or a fly, at that.” He sat back down and motioned toward his lawyer showing his readiness to leave.
    While Mickey walked out of the room, Detective Miller spoke without turning around. “Mickey, I want you to imagine if