The sterile fluorescent lights of the interrogation room flickered slightly, casting harsh shadows on the faces of the men lined up before them.
The walls, painted a dull, institutional gray, seemed to close in, amplifying the tension in the air.
Lily stood on one side of the table, her eyes hard and unyielding as she stared down at the handcuffed men.
Across from her, Astrid leaned against the wall, her arms crossed, exuding a quiet menace.
"Let's get this over with," Lily said, her voice cold and precise.
She pulled out a chair and sat down before them, opening a thick file of documents. The men shifted uncomfortably, their faces a mix of fear and defiance as they glanced at Lily and Astrid.
"Marco DeLuca," Lily began, her eyes scanning their faces for any flicker of recognition. "Where is he?"
Then, there was silence hung heavy in the air.
The men exchanged glances between each other but they all remained tight-lipped.
