Damien I waited long enough before my lawyers burst into the interrogation room. "Took you long enough," I muttered and stood up from the steel chair. I adjusted my clothes and left with them.As I was leaving, I saw the determined look on Michael's face as I walked past him.Stryker stepped into my path, his eyes burning with fury. "This isn't over, Moretti," he spat, his voice low and menacing.I arched an eyebrow, unfazed by his threats. "Oh, I'm counting on it, Detective," I replied, my tone dripping with sarcasm. "After all, what would life be without a little excitement?"He clenched his jaw, his fists trembling with rage. "You think you're untouchable, don't you?" he growled, his voice barely above a whisper.I chuckled, a cold, humorless sound that echoed off the walls of the hallway. "Let's just say I have friends in high places," I said, my smile widening into a predatory grin.Stryker's eyes narrowed into slits as he took a step closer, his breath hot against my face. "You
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