The interrogation room made the ones depicted in the movies seem warm and inviting. No good cop, bad cop routine here--just the cold, penetrating stares of the police officers as they conducted the perfunctory interview. The unlikely suspect, wearied from the struggle to maintain her outward persona, broke down and sobbed. She confessed to the murder of each husband. The tape would be played for the jury. Miss "Die" had finally been caught.
(This is my first venture into answering the Six Sentence Story prompt with fiction. My apologies to Dyanne, who is gifted in this genre. I enjoy her contributions each week, and hope she continues to creep us out with her murderous stories.)
Thanks for friends who are unlike their fictional characters.