A fist slams down on the cold steel table of the interrogation room as I squint against the searing light of the lamp centred on my sweating brow.
The silhouette behind the glare looms menacingly. “Did you do it?”
I sink further into the hard seat beneath me, desperately trying to avoid that no-doubt damning gaze.
“Did you really just spend your entire evening reading blog posts about social network advertising?”