Cuco’s pov
Detective Moss stood near a metal table, his sleeves rolled up. He looked nothing like the man I had seen that night at his home, or the policeman at hunter’s apartment.
But he still had that calm expression, his eyes sharp, noticing everything at the same time.
“Well,” the warden grinned. “I’ll leave you two to it,” he then glanced at detective moss. “Detective,” he saluted and then walked out.
Moss gestured to the chair. “Sit down.”
I didn’t move.
“This is going to be a very long ass conversation, so sit. It’s not a request.”
“Am I being charged with something new now?” I asked.
He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “We’ll see about that.”
I sat, my eyes moving to the camera in the corner of the room, blinking red.
“They can’t hear you,” he said, following my eyes
