Chapter 121

Myles POV

The cold barrel of Detective Davies’ gun didn’t move an inch as his eyes locked on me with nothing short of cold triumph.

“Lose whatever weapons you’re carrying,” he said flatly, and I raised my hands a little.

“I’m not carrying any.”

“Don’t play me, Voss.” He kept the gun steady and stepped closer.

Slowly, like a man checking for snakes, he patted me down from my torso, sides and down my legs. His hand stopped at my pocket, and he pulled out the only thing I had, which was a small folding knife. He looked at it like it was a joke, and then he tossed it across the garage.

“Sit,” he ordered like I was a common dog.

I glanced at the single chair he was sitting in.

“There’s nothing to sit on.” I pointed out.

“Then sit on the damn floor,” he snapped.

I lowered myself slowly, never breaking eye contact as I sat on the cold concrete floor with every muscle in my body tense.

What confused me most was that he