Message sent.
Yvonne Finley switched off her phone screen, a buzzing sound in her ears. She had stayed up all night in the interrogation room, drinking only water and facing successive interrogations.
Such intensity.
An ordinary person would have collapsed long ago.
But she didn't. She was so tired that she didn't want to move a finger, just silently letting Nathan Clark handle everything. Clearly, Arthur Hudson and co. were unsatisfied with the current situation, but for now, they could only release her from custody.
Yvonne rested her head on the chair, half-closed eyes, her ears filled with noise.
From time to time she wanted to check her phone to see if he had replied.
After all, it was one of the ways she tested his mood.
Yvonne Finley felt that she was a bit too concerned about Caleb Baker, a strange sensation, like finding a target and direction in the thick fog. She was motivated.
The sound of footsteps echoed around her.
