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Chris leans over towards me. "You think Sam's gonna get him to crack?"
I lean back in my chair and cross my arms across my chest. I watch Sam, who's sitting across from Russell. He's got the list in front of him and he's flipping through it, asking pointed questions.
We haven't turned on the speaker. I don't feel like listening to Russell's lies, especially not with the look on his face that's oscillating between fear and cockiness.
I narrow my eyes at him, studying his body language. I'm not gonna lie. Sam's smacked him a few times, not hard but enough to put him in his place. There's no point now as it's barely working.
I don't think he knows I'm here but I'm not taking that chance. I want him to be shocked when he sees me.
"I don't know," I
