Josie's POV
The silence Alexander left behind felt heavier than any threat he could have spoken aloud.
From behind the one-way glass, I watched the shooter carefully as the door to the interrogation room closed with a quiet click.
Just moments earlier he had been leaning back in the chair with an arrogant confidence, but now his entire posture had changed.
His shoulders were stiff, and his breathing has grown uneven as he stared at the closed door like it might suddenly open again.
The bright overhead light made the sweat on his forehead shine bright, and for the first time since he'd been brought in, I saw real fear in his eyes.
Grayson remained beside me in the observation room. Silent as he studied the man through the glass, give it a minute, he said quietly.
Alexander knows
