The fluorescent lights in the interrogation room buzzed faintly, casting a sterile glow over the cold, gray walls. Sarah sat across from us, her wrists cuffed to the metal table. Despite her situation, she looked unbothered, even smug. Theo and I stood on the other side, watching her like hawks, waiting for her to c***k.
But she didn’t.
She leaned back in her chair, her expression unreadable. “You really think you’ve won?” she said, her voice laced with amusement. “Dragging me here, locking me in a room… Huh, do you think that changes anything?”
I clenched my fists, my patience hanging by a thread. “Where is she, Sarah?” I demanded. “Where is Grachelle?”
Sarah let out a slow, deliberate sigh. “I don’t know,” she said, almost lazily.
Theo scoffed. “Bullshit.”
She tilted her head, stud
