Roland gave a faint snort, adjusting his cuffed hands on the table.
“Is this supposed to be a threat,” He said to Zoey. “An officer came in earlier. Said you were on your way with evidence. Honestly, if these pictures are all you have on me, I'm disappointed.”
Zoey's countenance turned grave, watching him closely. “You think this is a joke?” Her voice dropped. “You think the government will turn a blind eye and put these aside when I release them?”
“Go ahead, that proves nothing,” Roland answered. “People shake hands every day, on occasions, formal and informal, there’s no way to tell who’s into what.”
He paused, leaning forward.
“Detective, if you were so confident in these shenanigans, you would've sent them in already.”
Zoey squinted her eyes.
“You have nothing on me,” Roland c
