He looked tired but determined.
Mrs. Washington, he said sitting down next to her.
I’ve made a decision.
What is it? She asked, looking at him with eyes red from crying.
I didn’t see anything.
You didn’t see Another dead man, a drunken brawl, one man killed, the other fled.
Jamal Crooks was a known repeat offender with a dozen enemies.
This happens in our neighborhood every week.
You You’re letting him go? Shanaya asked incredulously.
I’m letting you both go.
Freeman said standing up.
Life has punished your husband enough.
Now go and deal with your problems at home, not at the police station.
Shanaya didn’t know what to say.
She just nodded, feeling grateful to this tired man with sad eyes.
He’s waiting for you.
Freeman added, pointing to the door of the interrogation room.
Shanaya slowly got up and headed for the door.
