Elizabeth couldn't believe this was really happening to her. She'd heard all the rumors, of course, about what happened to people after they were arrested. She closed her eyes and tried to tell herself they weren't true. Yes, here she was with her hands cuffed behind her back, sitting in an uncomfortable chair in an interrogation room. But that was all. They would ask her a few questions and let her go. That had to be it.

Elizabeth was a pretty girl. She was short, about 5'4", and she wore her brown hair short as well in a slightly tomboyish look. She wore glasses which had now slid awkwardly down onto her nose. The thoroughly strip search to which she'd been subjected had left her only in her socks and her white sneakers. Her smooth, alabaster skin slightly reflected the dim lighting of the interrogation room. Her figure was toned although she had a womanly curve to her belly and hips rather than the leaner figure more popular among the model types. Her breasts were sizable without being huge and rather buoyant still at her young age.