The holding cell was cold, the air thick with the smell of concrete and rust. Marcus Webb sat on a metal chair, his hands cuffed to the table, his face pale but composed. He'd been there for three days, and he hadn't spoken a word since Elena's offer.
Stone stood on the other side of the reinforced glass, his arms crossed, his eyes fixed on the man inside. "He's not going to break. Not easily."
Elena moved to his side, her voice low. "He will. He just needs the right motivation."
Stone turned to her. "What do you have in mind?"
Elena pulled out a tablet, its screen glowing in the dim light. "I've been going through his files. He has a daughter. A young woman named Sophia. She's been in hiding for years, trying to escape her father's shadow."
Stone studied the screen, his mind racing.
