Thanes pov.
I wasn't use to a bodyguards presence around, but it was necessary. As Atlas talked, my eyes kept drifting to the scar on his face. There must be a nasty history to it; whatever it was, I'm certain I was better off not knowing. We were In my home office while Andera and the kids were downstairs watching cartoons.
“Mike says he won't speak. Apparently, Petro is used to this kind of interrogation. Like he has been through this before.” Atlas says.
“How about we offer him something he wants? I suggested “There has to be a way to make him speak. I could pay him double, even triple of what his current boss pays him.”
Atlas stood straighter. “I don't think his loyalties lie with money. He holds his boss in high esteem.”
A long sigh escaped my lips, I needed to find who was aft
