Jack sat in the silent interview room, his gaze unwavering as he focused on the man across the table from him. Kevin Rivera was handcuffed, his hands manacled in front of him on the metal tabletop. His skin was slick with the sweat glistening on his forehead. Jack tapped his fingers restlessly on the table surface, the noise reverberating in the quiet room, his irritation evident.
“So,” Jack began, “what were you doing at that damn warehouse?”
Kevin shifted in his seat, his eyes darting around the room.
“I heard that George had bought the warehouse,” he said, “and I just wanted to see if my device was inside that place. I poured my heart and soul into it, and when I heard that George had bought the building, I just couldn’t resist checking to see if it was there.”
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