Third-floor interrogation corridor.
Julian had wolfed down a quick cafeteria meal and rushed to the interrogation room. Meanwhile, Marcus Vale picked up Chief Elliot Vaughn and headed back to headquarters.
Dim interrogation room.
Silas Hart lounged in the iron chair, idly rattling his cuffs.
“Warm-up first?” Julian sipped water, clipped his badge. “Julian Ashcroft—First Team, Group Three leader. Your case is mine.”
Silas squinted. “I know you.”
Julian blinked. “Don’t think so.”
“Through a friend.” Silas smiled. “You never met me.”
Not bullshit—Silas had seen Julian. Before fleeing, he’d watched Sebastian a few times. Saw Julian close with his brother.
“Buddy—your case isn’t who you know. It’s what your statement’s worth.” Julian direct. “You’re the biggest fish caught. No higher n
