Seconds ticked by, three, four - and I stayed quiet.
"Why do you think he targeted you?" The growing tension in his voice made me smile. Nothing quite as satisfying as digging under the skin of your interrogator. Another stretch of silence, Officer Fuentes crossed his arms. "Has Pierre threatened you in the past?"
Probably. Just not to my face. No one dared threaten me or even insult me when I was Mrs. Preston. Crossing my arms to match his, I kept my expression guarded, lips in a firm line, neither smiling nor frowning.
His nostrils flared and he heaved several breaths through them, willing himself not to lose complete control.
This was my game.
Neither of us spoke for a long time. Fuentes watched me while I looked anywhere else. I was in a different room this time but it held that s
