The Spellman Files by Lisa Lutz5/21/2023 ![]() ![]() "Please state your name and address for the record," says the Inspector. His suit seems too pricey for a civil servant and makes me suspicious. He might be handsome, but his cold professionalism feels like a mask. I can't get a good read on him: early 40s, short-cropped, salt-and-pepper hair, crisp white shirt and a perfectly tasteful tie. ![]() He places a tape recorder on the center of the table and switches it on. Inspector Henry Stone sits across from me. But I sit here now answering to a man I have never seen before, for a crime that is still unknown, a crime that I am too afraid to even consider. Hours of my childhood I lost in here, answering for crimes I probably did commit. I could itemize its contents with my eyes closed: One wooden table, splintered and paint-chipped, surrounded by four rickety chairs, a rotary phone, an old television and a VCR. The Spellman Files: Chapter Excerpt The Interview -Ī single light bulb hangs from the ceiling, its dull glow illuminating the spare decor of this windowless room. ![]()
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