CHAPTER SEVEN
Marcus tried to settle in the interrogation room chair, but they always made these metal seats so darn small. He felt uncomfortable as he shifted to the left, then the right, trying to find a position most amenable to his ample frame. In the end, he opted for standing, pushing the chair back beneath the table which was bolted to the ground. The chair legs scraped against the concrete, and he winced apologetically as both Dakota and Mr. Haines looked up at him.
Mr. Haines's expression was a mixture of shock and fear and fury. His emotions played in equal parts across his countenance and also in the way he chose to communicate with them. Dakota, on the other hand, had an expression like a professional poker player. She always knew how to play her cards close to the vest.
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