With Dame Wasp confirming that the agents monitoring him from the other side of the two-way mirror had left—leaving only Mrs. Martins—Ace got up, stretching lazily as he prepared to leave the interview room. His work here was done. The C.I.B. had nothing on him but Beyton's story and Matthews' gut. Shaking his head with a slight grin, he reached for the doorknob to find it locked, he wasn't surprised.
With an annoyed sigh, he tightened his grip and wrenched it off with minimal effort. The door creaked open. They appeared to have trusted the effectiveness of the cursed array enough that they hadn't thought to reinforce the damn door. Regardless, it wasn't his problem.
Ace stepped out just as the agent stationed outside turned to address him, "Sir—"
Before the guy could finish, Ace casually handed him the broken knob adding, "The thing got stuck, so I helped myself."
