Chapter 145: Shots Fired as Per the Protocol

"You can’t do this to me—you have no goddamn right holding me like common trash!" Elena yelled shrill and frantic.

Her manicured hands strapped down brutal tight to the cold steel interrogation table with heavy police handcuffs biting deep into her wrists raw red, gold designer bracelets jangling pathetic and futile against the unyielding metal.