Dark Deals in the Daylight 1

The interrogation room's heavy atmosphere clung to Jason like a shroud. But at that moment, he stood poised to leave, every muscle in his body taut with a readiness he didn't fully understand. The tension was almost suffocating, and his mind was filled with a million questions he wanted to answer. But Jason was not a simple man. He was Jason Cross.

The officer was also leaving, her presence commanding immediate attention as she did. But she stood there, looking back at him and he was looking at her in a way that said, what do you want from me this time? This was an annoying scenario, and he did not want to be here, whether for charges that were for him, or for those that weren't for him.

Her piercing green eyes seemed to see through him, her air of dangerous allure both captivating and unnerving. Her slow, deliberate movements radiated an air of predatory grace. Each of her steps was calculated like a lion stalking its prey.