Ace Kane’s explanation was seamless.
Every time point, every location, every witness lined up perfectly.
The chain of evidence was so tight there wasn’t a single gap to pry open.
The officer whose arm Ace had twisted earlier still ached with humiliation.
He’d screamed in front of his men, and that sting to his pride hurt more than his muscles.
He had been hoping this interrogation would be a chance to vent—
to reclaim a sense of control by pressing Ace hard.
But now?
There was nothing to attack.
He wasn’t a street thug; he was law enforcement.
At the end of the day, he still had to follow procedure.
He asked a few more questions anyway, hoping Ace would slip.
But every answer fit, and every detail could be verified.
In the end, with no contradictions and no actual evidence, th
