✰Trenton✰
The moment I stepped into the interrogation room, I knew something was off. Harrison Grant was too calm. Too collected for a man who had just been caught. And when his cold, calculating eyes met mine, he grinned.
“Of course, you are here,” his voice was smooth, taunting, and laced with something far too smug. I didn’t react. I just took a seat across from him and folded my hands on the metal table as I watched him carefully. For a long moment, he didn’t move. I knew that the others were watching from behind the one-way mirror, but I ignored their presence. This moment wasn’t about them. It was about him. And I needed to know what the hell he was playing at.
“You recognize me,” I remarked casually, and he shrugged. “You were quiet before…but now you have something to say?” Harr
