Chapter 84

Jonathan sat before us, his eyes darting nervously between Jax and me. The weight of suspicion hung heavily in the room as we prepared to unravel the truth concealed within his tangled web of deceit.

Jax initiated the interrogation, his voice steady and commanding. “Jonathan, we need to get to the bottom of this. Tell us again, in your own words, what happened on the night of Marcus’s death.”

Jonathan took a deep breath, his hands trembling slightly. He began to recount his version of events, his voice laced with a calculated confidence. His story aligned with the facts we had gathered thus far, but there was something off, a hint of unease lingering beneath the surface.

I watched Jonathan closely, attuned to the subtle nuances of body language and microexpressions. It was my intuition, honed through years of experience, that told me there was more to his story than met the eye.

Interrupting the interrogation, I took a calculated risk. “Jonathan, I have somet