ANTHONY'S POV
Irritation burned through me like a slow, simmering fire. I'd been in this godforsaken interrogation room for ten hours. Ten f*****g hours.
The metal table In front of me was scratched and dull, much like the officers who kept circling in and out, throwing the same tired accusations at me. I wasn't stupid. They wanted me exhausted. Vulnerable. Desperate enough to slip up.
Too bad for them—I didn't break easily.
The door creaked open again, but I didn't bother looking up. Another officer. Another pointless attempt to shake me.
"Mr. Carter."
I said nothing. Let him talk. I wasn't deaf.
"I need you to raise your head so we can begin this interrogation," the officer ordered, his voice carrying that annoying authority complex.
I exhaled through my nose, s
