Meanwhile...
Atlas and Hugo stood behind the one-way mirror, watching the interrogation with dark expressions. They had been there since the person who tried to stab Slater was captured, but that person hadn't said a word for a while now.
Initially, the culprit had been talking, but everything he said was nonsense. He was simply diverting the conversation and purposely misleading the investigation. Now, he had completely shut down.
"Let me in," Hugo demanded, his eyes blazing as he gripped his shoulders. "I'll make him talk."
His jaw tightened, and if his gaze could stab anything, the glass would have been shattered. He had been there long before Atlas, and his patience was wearing thin—very thin.
Though Atlas shared the same impatience as Hugo, he maintained a calm yet frosty front. "Hugo, patience."
