She only does that when she thinks her client needs a distraction.
Today, I’m that client.
“Alright then,” Officer Harold says, but the man in the corner steps out of the shadows.
“How much do you know about what Mr. Grady does for a living, Ms. Greer?”
My heart stutters through its next beat. “I don’t know anything.”
The agent pulls a look of disbelief. “Funny because I have evidence that you were on his last job with him.”
“What?!” I squeak as the door flies open.
A man steps in, one who has both men standing at attention. Someone important, then.
“Lasko, a word?”
Lasko narrows his eyes at me before turning and leaving the room.
Harold follows.
The door shuts behind them, and I exhale a shaky breath.
Allison turns in her chair, placing her finger to her lips.
Getting up, she rounds the table and shuts off the camera, its blinking light dies as I hear a beep. Hands on her hips, she says, “Spill. Now!”
22
Koen
The handcuff on my left wrist ties me to the metal table. I stare at the two-way mirror, unflinching at whoever stares back at me from the other side.
A camera in the upper right corner of the room flashes at me, recording every mind-numbing moment that I glare at my captors, saying nothing.
After what seems like an eternity, in walks a man I peg as FBI as soon as he pulls the chair back.
"Feds already took over jurisdiction? That was fast."
"We've been watching you for a while."
"No, you haven’t. But keep lying to yourself, Agent..." I trail off, allowing him space to introduce himself.
"Lasko."
"Lasko.” I scoff. “Fitting."
He sits straighter, eyes narrowed.
Something about him feels familiar, like I'm sitting across from a kindred spirit.
Joseph's words about sending me a mark in the morning ring through my memory as I look him up and down.
Single, judging by the untidy way he'd thrown himself together. Rings beneath his eyes tell me he's burning the candleat both ends, and there's an uneasiness to him as he fumbles with my file and the fragile amount of information he has inside of it. He doesn't want to interrogate me; it's too close to home.
"So, Mr. Grady," he starts, clearing his throat.
"Koen. Might as well get on a first-name basis, you and I are going to be fast friends, Agent Lasko."
