Chapter 8 - THE INTERROGATION ROOM
The interrogation room at the FBI Washington Field Office was small, stark, and lit by buzzing fluorescent lights hanging from the concrete ceiling. A one-way mirror occupied the entire north wall, behind which prosecutors watched the proceedings.
Julian sat at the metal table, his hands handcuffed to an iron ring anchored to the floor. His eyes were bloodshot, his former arrogance slowly dissolving into erratic paranoia as the hours dragged on without a deal.
The door clicked open, and Caleb walked in carrying two paper cups of coffee and a thick yellow legal pad. He sat down across from Julian, placing one coffee cup in front of the prisoner without saying a word.
"I know what you're doing," Julian sneered, leaning back as far as his chains allowed. "You think you're a hero because you put on a paramedic shirt and played white knight for my wife."
Caleb took a slow sip of his coffee, remaining completely unbothered by Julian's taunts. "Your wife survived a fifteen-foot drop onto stone, Julian. She's tougher than you'll ever be."
"She's a traitor who ruined my family!" Julian spat, his face twisting in sudden anger. "That company belonged to the Vance name! Her father was just a figurehead!"
Caleb opened his legal pad, revealing pages of printed financial transactions stamped with red federal audit seals. "Your father-in-law built Vance Dynamics from a small machine shop into a ten-billion-dollar defense contractor, Julian. You couldn't even manage a single offshore shell company without getting caught by the SEC."
Julian leaned forward, his chains rattling loudly against the table frame. "What do you want, Walker? You have me in cuffs. What else could you possibly want?"
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"I want the name of the European handler who authorized the hit on Serena," Caleb demanded, his dark eyes locking onto Julian with an intensity that made the prisoner flinch.
Julian’s face went completely pale, his lips trembling slightly as he realized the FBI knew about the shadowy figures operating behind his family's enterprise.
