SHAY
The tension in the elevator had escalated when Detective Oliver couldn't decide which theory he would rather believe: did I know, or did I not know, that Marcus Zephanie had faked his death?
Part of me wanted to admit a partial truth.
But a tiny part of me wanted to keep him on edge.
I didn't mean to do this to him. I had no intention of doing this to anyone.
However, the things that I had come to know are of great value. I can't just tell anyone about it.
It wasn't that simple. If it were, I wouldn't even be here riding the elevator with the Detective.
Detective Oliver seemed to be quietly assessing me. His silence had somehow invoked my curiosity.
"Be honest, Detective, why are you doing all of this?"
"Two can play the game, Shay. I'll tell you why if you tell me one thing you know regarding Marcus' fake death."
