NotSoClassy

 Chapter 2: The Ultimate Con Judy sat quietly in the cold steel chair in the interrogation room running her thumb over the picture of Nick with the wanted criminal. It still felt unreal somehow, as if she were watching a film or a performance contained into one picture. Nick’s shirt was unbuttoned, revealing a graphic t-shirt he wore underneath with a faded but colorful logo on it. He was looking up towards the canopy with his paw on the sliding door, as if concerned about being spotted. Judy’s other arm remained strapped to a machine showing variations in her heart rate and blood pressure as one of the ZBI agents threw more ques