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Evelyn watched as Adrian walked towards her, occupying the space on the other bench. The faint click of his phone sliding into his pocket echoed softly in her ears. Her gaze lingered on him, attentive, subtle, as though she were noticing things she hadn’t allowed herself to notice in years. The quiet of the waiting area seemed heavier now, weighed down not by sound, but by the space between them—the silence filled with unspoken words and restrained emotion.Adrian shifted slightly in his chair, leaning back and letting his shoulders fall a fraction, as if releasing the tension that had coiled in him since the beginning of the day. The fluorescent lights above made the waiting room feel sterile, impersonal, but sitting there, with his mother beside him, it seemed almost intimate, in a way that made him cautious, aware.Evelyn’s hands rested in her lap, fingers lightly intertwined. Her eyes softened as she watched him, and then she spoke, gently, the words careful an

“I… I shouldn’t be here.”That was the first thing that left Nathan’s mouth.It wasn’t even an answer to a question.It wasn’t anything the investigators had prompted.It simply spilled out of him the moment he was pushed gently into the interrogation room and asked to sit.He sat.But his hands wouldn’t stay still.They dragged over his face, pushed through his hair, clutched and unclutched at the edge of the metal table as though he needed something—anything—to ground him. Sweat gathered along his temples despite the cold AC humming overhead.Across the table, Investigator Rina watched him with cautious eyes.Beside her, Henry tapped a pen against a file, studying every twitch, every breath, every crack in Nathan’s expression.“Mr. Nathan Hale,” Henry began in a controlled voice, “we need you to take a deep breath. This interview is being recorded. We’re here to ask—”Nathan cut him off.“I fai

Adrian’s hand trembled slightly as he pulled his phone from his pocket. The room felt smaller than it actually was, the walls of the interrogation center pressing too close as if the air itself had turned into chunks of oxygen around him. His jaw tightened, breath caught in his throat. Every second mattered. Every heartbeat felt loud enough to echo through the floor.He scrolled quickly, found Travis’s name, and hit call.It barely rang once.“Yeah?” Travis’s voice answered, cautious but ready.Adrian’s voice came out controlled, low, and tense.“Travis, I need you to bring my wife and daughter here. Immediately.”There was a brief pause on the other end. Not confusion — just the weight of understanding. Travis already knew the entire situation. He knew what Adrian was facing. He knew what the next few hours could mean.He didn’t waste time asking unnecessary questions.“I’ll get them ready. We’ll be there in thirty minut

“Lydia… listen to me. I need you and Ethan here… They need you guys. Right now.”Elena’s voice trembled despite how hard she tried to steady it. She had stepped far down the hallway of the interrogation center, pressing her back against the cold wall, keeping her phone close to her mouth so no one else would hear. Her pulse hammered beneath her skin, her fingers gripping the device so tightly it hurt.On the other end of the call, Lydia went silent.“Elena?” Lydia finally breathed. “Need us? For what? Elena, is everything okay?”Elena swallowed hard. Her eyes darted around the hallway, checking if Henry or Rina were coming back. They weren’t—yet—but she couldn’t risk raising suspicion. Not after the way Henry had looked at Adrian. Not after the way they insisted Aria would have to speak.Her voice came out tight, barely above a whisper.“It’ll be over soon if you two come immediately… just come to the interrogation center. Please

Ethan lowered himself onto the chair slowly, spine straight, shoulders squared, hands resting loosely on the table, his expression unreadable. Across from him, the investigators arranged their files, their movements sharper than usual—measured, almost reverent.This was the last interrogation.The room hummed with a quiet, suffocating heaviness. Not fear, not dread—just the weight of truths about to be brought out.The lead investigator Henry, tapped a pen against the table once, eyes fixed on Ethan.“Mr. Ethan…” His voice held none of the usual edge. “We’re going to start from the beginning. And we want everything.”Ethan didn’t blink. He simply nodded once.A signal: I’m ready.The tape recorder clicked on.The floodgates opened.“Your involvement with Nathan Hale. Zurich’s laundering chain. The offshore logs. Start there.”Ethan breathed in deeply through his nose, steady.“I was one of