Lucas NorthHour sat across the interrogation table, heart pounding.
Lucas watched on the other side of the one way window, unable to see her face yet because of the angle.
Lucas watched on the other side of the one way window, unable to see her face yet because of the angle.
Whoever they are, they're in over theirhead.The words were blunt, but his voice was calm—almost gentle. Almost. He leaned back, arms folded.
Who is this? What relationship do they have to me? And why did you ask them to come here?
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