Ned hurled Ross into the room and Daphne stepped after him. Ross swore hint of defiance in his voice. "I'm pretty sure I need a lawyer before answering any more of your questions. Especially at a filthy motel room."
Daphne raised an eyebrow, "That's funny, Ross. I thought you felt more at home in a place like this."
She glanced around the motel room, taking in the stained carpet, faded curtains, and worn furniture. Ross's eyes followed hers, and for a moment, he looked uncomfortable.
Ned leaned forward, his expression serious. "We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Cooperate with us, and we might be able to work out a deal. But if you lawyer up and refuse to talk..."
He let the sentence hang in the air, the implication clear. Ross's eyes darted between Ned and Daphne, his mind racing with the consequences.
"I want a lawyer," Easton repeated, his voice firmer this time.
