When Samuel arrived at the precinct, a guard led him to an interrogation room. The cold, sterile walls seemed to echo every step he took. Samuel stood there for a moment, gathering himself, before the door was unlocked, and he entered.
Cain sat on the other side of the metal table, leaning back in his chair, a smug grin plastered on his face. The sight of Cain made Samuel's blood boil, but he forced his anger down. His hands clenched into fists, but he took a deep breath to keep his cool.
Cain tilted his head, smirking. "Well, look who it is," he drawled. "You here to give me a pat on the back for the little game I played?"
Samuel, with his fists clenched at his sides, took a deep breath and forced himself to stay calm. "You really thought you could get away with that, didn't you?" he asked, his voice low and controlled.
Cain shrugged, his grin widening. "What can you do to me, rich boy? I'm already in here. Can't make my life worse, can you?"
