Page 56 of Rogue Mission
“I was the one being held hostage. If you request their recordings, you’ll clearly see that I’m not at fault.”
“The murder, though, that’s a whole other charge.” One of his groomed eyebrows rises up and holds.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“So why were you hiding, then?”
I’m so screwed. He’s going to say me being at the safe house with the Agile team was me hiding.
And I can’t prove otherwise.
“Detective Pacer, I’m done talking to you.”
Locking my mouth shut does nothing to stop the tornado of realizations from tearing through me.
West Mountain Scientific and Allison’s father, the owner, are mega-wealthy. As in billions wealthy. Top 100 company in the tech and science world.
Then there’s me.
I’m nothing but an ant to be squashed in whatever way serves them best. I just pray that none of the Agile team is caught up in this too.
We stare at each other, his disdain palpable.
“I want to speak to a lawyer.”
The corners of those dead eyes crinkle. The laugh that follows is worse than nails on a chalkboard. “Oh yeah?”
The clock on the wall ticks. And ticks. Loudly.
“A lawyer, please. Now.”
Taking his time, the man leans back in his chair, watching me, peeling mental layers without my permission.
Keep it together, Rosalie. He won’t stay in here forever.
If there’s going to be a chance for me to get out of this, I have to keep my brains about me. Not so easy to do when I’m scared witless.
Standing up, he plants two hands on the metal table, leaning his bulk toward me. Hot breath crawls over my face like spiders as I stare at that spot I just cleaned with the disinfectant wipe.
Shivers quake up my spine, but I refuse to let him see.
“I have nothing to say.”
TWENTY-TWO
“Where. Is. She?”
Marshall Lake grabs my arm, throwing my balance off as he hauls me to a skidding stop.
“Slow down,” he growls, getting in my face. “You need to take a damned breath, count to ten, and turn in your sidearm.”
Glancing down at his hand, my jaw clenches loud enough to pop.
“I’m going to give you one warning. You should get your hand off of me. And I’m not counting to ten. You get my drift?”
I’m about five seconds from knocking everyone the fuck out of the way.
“Easy there, Stallone, she’s being interrogated. I’m working on this.”
