CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Dakota stood across the interrogation room table from where Mr. Bryant was still crying.
Tears traced down his cheeks, and occasionally, he sniffled. Marcus sat across from the man, occasionally handing him tissues from a box that he had grabbed in the break room. Dakota was still puzzling out how this all fit together.
She remained standing, arms crossed and then, clearing her throat, she said. “Mr. Bryant, did you know you were in a room with two known hitmen?”
He looked up at her through red-ringed, bleary eyes. He sniffed and nodded faintly. “Y-yes.”
“I see.” She glanced at the back of Marcus's head, then up again. “And did you ask to meet them there?”
He sobbed again. “Y-yes... It was just a bit of fun. Just... I know I took it too far...”
Marcus handed the sob
