They were listening. I wasn't worried though, It's not like I had anything important to say. Just knowing that they were there though, behind the thin two way mirror staring at me as if I had something to do with the disappearance of the third missing person this week. If they only knew that the worst thing that I've ever done in my life was stollen a pack of batteries from the Walmart down the street from where I grew up when I was 8. There was no convincing them otherwise now though. They saw me running from the scene of the crime three nights ago. I don't have an alibi. I'm screwed. I'd like to tell them that I know who did it, but they wouldn't believe me. I'd be too afraid to reveal their identity anyway, because I knew that if I did, they'd come after me.. Along with the others. As far as I know it, everyone in this town is done. It's just a matter of time.