Less than two minutes after swallowing the poison, Silas Hart lost control of his bowels, slumped in the iron chair, and died.
Chief Elliot Vaughn stood in the center of the interrogation room, hands behind his back, face dark with fury as he roared at Marcus Vale. “The man was in interrogation—and you let him die? You’re really qualified for captain. Tomorrow headquarters comes for the body—you explain.”
“I… I…” Marcus stammered under the tirade.
“Bunch of useless drunks.” Elliot spat, stormed out.
At the door, Sebastian stared blankly at his dead brother in the chair, legs weak, mind blank.
Marcus held the fake tooth, turned, gaze landing on Sebastian.
…
Half an hour later.
Silas’s body—covered in white cloth—was wheeled away. Marcus entered another interrogation room, cleared un
