Edward POV
A single bulb flickered in the dimly lit room I stood in. From my brief stay in the room, I could tell that it smelt like a mixture of cigarettes, fear and sweat.
I was staring at him. The bald hitman who tried to harm Vanessa. His wrists were tightly tied behind him as he sat in a way that caused him to slouch on his chair.
Glancing at him, you’d think he was full of fight. But my senses knew there was fear in his eyes and a tremble coming from his lips.
Leaning against the table, I rolled my office sleeves up, adjusting my cuff links too. Then I focused my stares at him properly. Jonathan, my private investigator, was right beside me, sharpening two blades in his hands. He did it so randomly, like a pro.
He always had his cunning way of making people talk without uttering
