The Glass Room
The room was small, windowless, and smelled of stale cigarettes and old sweat. A single bulb hung from the ceiling, casting a harsh, oscillating light that made the shadows dance on the concrete walls. Detective Vance didn't use a rubber hose. He didn't need to. He used words. He used the silence between the words. Across from him sat Miller, a corporate spy who thought he was the smartest man...
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