Atlas Sinclair, his hand cuffed behind him was led out of the police car.
The press that had gathered in front of the station, went off.
"Is it true you killed your child's mother in a fit of rage, because you're losing your mind, Mr Atlas?"
"Did you murder her to hide the intimate pictures of you two discovered in her phone?"
"Everyone is calling you a monster. How does this make you feel?"
The police tried to drive them away, but they just remerged over and over again.
Atlas kept his head held high, and his eyes empty.
He was led into the station, and straight to the interrogation room.
"He's not going to say anything until his lawyer gets here," officer Ben insisted on his behalf.
"You cannot be in this case, Charming. You have ties to him. Sit this one out," detective Peterson said, as entered the interrogation room.
"Take off the cuffs please," he ordered the officers in the room, as he took a seat across Atlas.
They did as ordered.
