Mike paced the cold concrete floor, his patience wearing thin as he waited outside the dimly lit room where Nick sat. They had been trying for hours to get something out of him, but so far, Nick had remained unyielding, mocking their efforts with a twisted smile that only fueled Mike's frustration. Every time he thought they were close, Nick would sit back, that smug look on his face, as if he were savoring every second of their struggle. Mike's jaw clenched, his fists tightening at his sides as he struggled to keep his composure.
Mike's mind raced with thoughts of Elizabeth, each one amplifying his need for answers. He could no longer afford to wait. He needed to break Nick, and fast.
Finally, he heard footsteps approaching. Turning, he saw a tall, wiry man with sharp, penetrating
