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Chapter 30

Author: Destiny Williams
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Rafael stood in the sterile hall of the police station, his jaw clenched as he watched the police escort Ryan into an interrogation room.

Tension buzzed in the air and pressed heavily upon his shoulders. He had Gabriel right next to him, his arms crossed and fists over his biceps, with sharp, blue eyes taking in everything that was happening in front of them. Meanwhile, Ethan remained rather composed; Rafael knew how much alarm the man had by the way his hands flexed every now and then.

"Ready for this?" he heard Gabriel ask in the quietest voice.

Rafael only nodded. "Let's hear him out."

They entered the small room; the door slammed noisily behind them. Ryan was seated at a metallic table, his wrists cuffed but his head held defiantly high. There was one officer who leaned against the door while the other positioned himself to start the interrogation.

Ethan sat opposite to Ryan, his face unreadable, while Rafael remained standing, his eyes narrowing as he watched both men.

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