The words clanged through me, the sound of slamming cell doors, the tolling of a death knell.

As I sat in the interrogation room, staring at blank beige walls, I waited for someone to come in and tell me anything.

I was operating on almost no information. I knew I was under arrest for embezzlement. I knew enough to keep my mouth shut until I could figure out what in the world was going on.

"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will ...