The male did not respond, instead he looked through Mac like he wasn’t even there, looking at ease with the situation.
“You proud of yourself?” Mac growled. “You hurt plenty of people today.”
The smile disappeared, but the male did not respond.
Hold up, Mac.Canyon said.Lay off him. This might not be what you think.
Mac gave Canyon a look but kept quiet. They all herded the male inside and into an interview room. He sat where he was told to sit. Mac handcuffed the male to the desk, still shackled.
“Thanks guys,” Mac said. “You’ll get your shackles back tomorrow.”
The males filed out and Timber followed them. Canyon stayed to watch the interview.
“What’s your name?” Mac asked, hovering over the interview chair, but not sitting.
The male didn’t respond. He’d picked a spot on the wall and was staring at it. The small smile was back.
Mac got out some paper and a pen and tossed it in front of the guy. “Write it down,” he said. The male didn’t respond or move. Mac started firing personal questions at him, and when there was no response, he changed subjects.
“How many explosives were in the truck?”
“Where’d you get the truck?”
“Where’s your friends?”
“When were you marked?”
Mac continued to question the male, and the male continued to stare at the wall.
Tryruhi, Canyon said.
With afoxen?Mac said. He leaned against the wall.You do it.
Canyon went to the chair and sat down.
‘Sup.
No response.
Name’s Canyon Wheeling, but you already know that don’t you? You know all our names.
The male snuck a look at him and Canyon knew he’d been heard.
What’s going on?Mac said.
Nothing. He’s not answering me.
Canyon called Timber privately.I need Mac out of my face.
I got you,Timber said.
From somewhere down the hallway, Timber yelled, “Mac!”
Mac stuck his head out the door. “What?!”
“Tacos!”
“Oh, okay,” Mac muttered. To Canyon he said,See what you can get out of him.
