I sit forward, rattling my handcuff against the table.
"You and I will never be friends, Mr.Grady," he grits out, sweat beading on his forehead.
"Oh, I don't know. I wouldn't speak out of school if you don't know what you're talking about."
Smirking and full of confidence, I sit back in my chair.
Thoughts of where they have Greer pushed aside, I remain focused on every detail I can get out of Lasko before I'm extracted.
A weighted sigh leaves him as I stretch out my legs beneath the table, crossing one ankle over the other. “I’d hurry if I were you. You don’t have much time left.”
“Excuse me?”
“I didn’t stutter, Agent Lasko. You don’t have much time left, so ask your questions.”
“You’re very cocky,” he snaps out, and the look on his face says he didn’t mean to lose control.
I grin. “Rightfully so.”
“Who was the girl we found you with?”
“You know who she is. Why not ask me the questions you want to? Get down to the juicy, sordid details.” I lick my lips.
“I don’t know what you mean.” He shifts uncomfortably.
“You do.”
Silence rings between us.
“You haven’t found me in all these years. You don’t find it funny that all of a sudden, you were pointed in my direction, Agent Lasko.”
“Cases take time. That’s beside the point.” Even so, his next swallow is thick.
I watch his throat slide with amusement.
“When you’re as careful and controlled as I am, Mr. Lasko, nothing is beside the point. Nothing is a coincidence.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I?—”
The door opens, and a pudgy, red-faced man walks in. He just got his ass reamed out by the looks of it, and he’s not handling it well.
“Well, looks like our time’s up, Lasko. I did warn you.”
“Hallway. Now!” the stout man says, turning on his heel angrily before storming out of the room.
I hear bits and pieces of the conversation through the door.
“Untouchable. Release him. Out of our hands.” The usual.
When Agent Lasko comes back into the room, snatching up his meager folder, he sneers at me. “Who the fuckareyou?!”
The other man uncuffs my hand, and I wring it, never letting my gaze drop from Agent Lasko’s. “I have a feeling you’re about to find out.”
Whistling, I exit the interrogation room and leave the station in better spirits than I’ve been in in a long time.
It’s been three days, and it’s high time I get out of this orange jumpsuit they put me in and get a fucking shower.
Then I need to secure my girl all over again.
