MILITARY DETENTION FACILITY
Cole sat at the steel table, his expression unreadable. Across from him, Seth Johnson leaned back in his chair, his wrists bound in front of him.
Despite his restrained position, Seth wore an air of defiance, as if the handcuffs were a mere inconvenience.
Cole cleared his throat, breaking the silence. “Let’s not waste time, Seth. We both know why you’re here. Why don’t you start by explaining your involvement in the attempt on Elizabeth McGrath's life?”
Seth’s lips curled into a faint smile. “I’m afraid you’re barking up the wrong tree. I had nothing to do with it. Whatever happened, you’ll have to take it up with my uncle, Richard. He acted on his own.”
Cole raised an eyebrow, unimpressed by the calm demeanor. “Is that so? Then explain the messages on you
