I stood behind the two-way mirror separating the interrogation room from the Vanguard observation room. The air here was cold and smelled of old metal, a stark contrast to the emotional turmoil unfolding a few feet in front of me.
Victor stood beside me, holding a tablet with a flat expression. "Your old privileges still apply, Architect. No lawyer can enter without authorization from the Attorney General's Office, and the Attorney General's Office is heavily indebted to the Vance alliance."
"Thank you, Victor," I said softly. I took a sip of my black coffee, letting the bitterness calm my nerves. I didn't want Marcus Thorne to fall due to direct Vanguard intervention. I wanted him to destroy himself.
In the interrogation room, Marcus Thorne sat on a cold steel chair, handcuffs prominen
