6-A Cap of the Past

Paused, Clint Wood is obviously surprised by Mia’s presence.

Face to face with him, Mia is not sure whether to excite or panic. Good thing is she found the target, but she hasn’t come out of the shock of seeing Bruce, and right now she is caught off guard, too.

But there is no time to hesitate.

Taking a deep breath, she charges up with a swift move, her stun gun pressed on his waist as she threats in a low voice: “Don’t move. I just want to ask a few questions. Play along or it would end badly for you.”

The stun gun is in a gun’s shape. Wood only felt a hard metal pressed on his waist and in shock he turns to look.

“I said don’t move!” Mia hisses at him with a shove on his shoulder.

Being crafty for a living, Wood instantly corporates with his hands up in the air: “Okay, I won’t move. Anything you want, we can talk about it.”

Mia is the more nervous one. Thin sweat breaks out in her palm, she has to clench the stun gun so hard her joints hurt. Taking another deep breath, Mia hisses fierce to hide her fear: “Anyone else in the room?”

“Nope, none!” Wood answers.

“Good,” Mia pushes grabs the handle of the door with her spare hand, not open it yet. She presses the stun gun harder on Wood: “Face the door and stand close.”

“Okay, okay!”

Then Mia pushes the door open slowly. Pushing Wood by his neck, Mia keeps the stun gun pressed on him as they enter together.

The room is indeed empty.

Grabbing Wood by his collar, Mia drags him to the wall and presses him against it before she kicks the door shut.

Face smashed against the wall, Wood didn’t even get to raise his head before Mia presses his side tight on it. Panicking the short man has to shrill: “Easy, easy! Please, I’m playing along!”

His scream is too loud for the quite hallway, and Mia has to hit him on the head: “Shut up! A year ago, the Moore family’s incident. Keep your voice low. I’m not deaf. Go.”

“The Moore Family?” Wood pauses at that name and quickly realizes it, “You work for Luna Mia!”

“That’s not your concern!” Mia urges him with another press of the stun gun, using an impatient tone: “Are you going to talk, or not?”

“Talk! I’ll talk!” Wood surrenders fast, thinking with his eyebrows furrowed as if trying very hard, “The Moore family was wiped, a year ago. There was a storm that night and everything was washed away. No one knows what happened.”

No one knows?

Mia wants to snort. So many people participated, so many killed, and so brutally. And no one knows what happened?!

“He’s lying,” Daisy and Robert says together.

“HE must know even if no one else does!” Robert adds. They wouldn’t risk coming to such a risky event if their evidence doesn’t nail Wood down.

Yes, at least Wood would know. Mia grabs Wood’s hair and smashes him into the wall: “Don’t lie to me! I know who did it, and I know you were a part of it!”

Wood burst into a painful howl, begging instantly: “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! But why do you need to ask if you already know who did it?!”

“That’s none of your business!” Mia pressed his face into the wall: “I ask, YOU answer! Stall if you have a death wish!”

“Anything you ask! I’ll tell you everything!”

“Where did she get the manpower for that night?!”

“Well...it’s...” Wood’s eyes rolls fast as if trying hard to remember.

“Don’t give me the act!” Mia gets impatient and kicks him behind his knee cap, “Out with it!”

“I just need a little time!” Apparently Mia’s kick was too hard, because sweat breaks out on Wood’s forehead fast, and his answers, too, “It has been over a year now. I’m trying to remember.”

He has a nickname called “the silver record”, because he doesn’t need to record the questionable accounts on paper but can memories everything. That’s why he is the golden accountant that the big families dig, such as the Duncan family.

It would be stupid to believe that he needs time to remember such a huge event.

Mia holds him down tight, trying to search for some answers from his eyes. But Wood’s panic seems genuine enough, as well as the sweat on his forehead.

Mia patience is running out, and so is her time. Robert suddenly warns: “Wrap it up. Alpha Bruce seems to have gotten our scent and he is on his way. You have less than five minutes before he is at your door!”