Interrogation

My heart thundered at an insane rate. Was that it? Was Callan finally going to get the punishment he deserved? I looked at the agents but couldn't read too much from their faces. They kept passing each other some documents while I was heading out of the interrogation room, communicating by either frowning or nodding.

"Excuse me, Agent Collins…" I patted his arm to get his attention. "Please, tell me, what else can I do to send this bastard behind bars?"

He gave me a wry smile. "You are welcome to stay and watch the interrogation with Mr. Lan, but don't count on great results."

"What do you mean?" I asked nervously.

"It's your word against his. We've got a little circumstantial evidence, but unless he confesses, he can go free."

His words felt as if someone had pierced my heart. My face turned pale at the mere thought that this son of a bitch could get away with it.

"Can you get his phone?" I asked, thinking about the source of possible evidence.

"Not without a warrant, and I doubt tha