The Keeper (excerpt)
A table, two metal chairs, and Anthony Tyner occupied the small musty room. The walls inched closer with each tick of his watch. The fluorescent light flickered as if it might blow at any moment. He wondered when he would be allowed to go home. Two hours had lapsed since two officers had escorted him from his apartment and tossed him into the collapsing room. He gasped for air and coughed as his lungs rejected the smoky, stale air. The door swung open and a tall, thin man stepped into the room and closed the door behind him.
Zagger, Anthony’s hamster, needed to be fed. The neighbor’s cat would be looking for its free snack. Lily needed him. He had many responsibilities. Maybe they weren’t as important as the ones belonging to the man in front of him, but to Anthony they were his world. He shook the man’s hand.
“Mr. Tyner, my name is Detective Brown.” The lanky man pulled out the metal chair, swung it around, and sat in it backwards.
“I need to get home.”
“We just have a few questions for you. It won’t take long. Where were you two nights ago, around eleven p.m.?”