Wolf’s POV
“Alright, bye.” Nora said, right before she hung up.
I smiled to myself for a moment, thinking about her right before sliding the phone in my pocket and turning around to face the man we were interrogating.
He's the tattooed man from the surveillance video Marcel had shown.
The man was still strapped to the chair, with blood running from the corner of his mouth down to his chin. One eye was already swollen shut and Marcel stood beside him, arms crossed, clearly annoyed from his stubborness.
We’d been at this for over an hour and he still hadn’t said a word.
He was tougher than most. I’d seen men break for less.
“He’s stubborn,” Marcel said flatly as wiped his hands with a cloth.
“I can see that,” I replied, stepping forward to a nearby table and picking up a cigar before
