Chapter 112: The Calm Before the Storm
The drive back was quiet. Too quiet.
Sitting at the passenger seat, she pressed her thigh lightly as Riot drove through the darkened streets.
The city lights flickered past in a blur, but she barely saw them.
She was still thinking about that interrogation room, replaying every word, every moment.
Riot finally broke the silence. "So, what now?"
Diane exhaled slowly. "Now we wait."
Riot smirked. "You? Waiting? That doesn't sound like you."
Diane shot him a sideways glance.
"I don't have a choice. The police have everything they need. It's out of my hands now."
Riot hummed, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel.
"Yeah, but we both know Adrian's like a damn cockroach. Just when you think he's dead, he crawls out from under the floorboards."
Diane clenched her jaw. "Not this time."
Riot glanced at her. "You sure about that?"