The interrogation continues
In the cold, austere interrogation room of the police station, Steve sat across from Officers Davis and Johnson, his face strain-scarred under the harsh overhead light. “It was years ago,” he began in a shaky voice, “I thought the ring would be my ticket to a better life.” Slowly, he detailed the planning, execution and aftermath of the robbery, each word laden with regret.
The Interrogation Continues
The Museum Heist
As Steve spoke, the interrogation room seemed to fade away, transporting them back to that night in the museum, majestic and silent under the darkness. With tools in hand and guided by desperation, he had circumvented the security systems with unexpected skill. He remembered the shiver of excitement as he held the ring, a treasure laden with centuries of history, before escaping into the gloom, believing that this act would change his fate forever.
The Museum Heist
