ARRDE
I ended the call with a sharp press of my finger, tossing my phone onto the seat beside me. Myron’s voice still lingers in my head, smooth, calculated, dripping with amusement. He enjoyed that.
Of course, he did.
The very thought of him makes my stomach tighten with frustration. He revels in control, in twisting situations to his favor. But I refuse to let him dictate my next move.
I inhale deeply, trying to shove my irritation aside as I step into the waiting car where the detectives are already seated. The air inside is heavy with an unspoken tension, and I force myself to maintain my usual calm as I slide into the seat across from them.
The doors shut, locking me inside.
"Would you mind telling me what this is about?" My voice is even, but there's an undeniable edge to it.
