Chapter 20

Avery’s POV

The door to the questioning room flies open, and everyone goes quiet momentarily as the heftiest and most imposing-looking man strides into the room. He’s dark-skinned, bald, and stands at well over six foot five with a record number of face piercings. He’s in a black short-sleeved tee that hugs his body like a second skin and shows off the tastefully designed tattoos scrawled on his arms. His eyes are sharp and intelligent, and his gait cements the confidence that his strong, godlike features give him.

His full lips grind against each other as he chews something—probably gum—and he heads straight to stand behind the mirror without as much as a nod to anyone.

Cheryl leans in to whisper into my ear, “That’s Malik. He’s the inspector.”

Huh. Who would have guessed that?

Malik watches the guys on the other side for some minutes before addressing the rest of us without taking his eyes off the mirror, “Shall we start?”

His voice is su