Sentenced to Marriage by MadlainQ

Checkmate

I was no longer in my seat. I was standing by the window-side of the two-way mirror, anxiously waiting for the outcome of the interrogation. Aren was right beside me, holding my hand. Two other agents, like us, stared through the window, counting the seconds until they heard Callan’s confession. Agent Collins grabbed his phone and smirked while going through the information I sent him. He stood that way for a while, knowing that Callan and his lawyer observed his every move and change of expression. Well, if Jack wanted to rob Callan of his smug confidence, then I could see that it was working. “What?” My asshole-of-ex-boyfriend grunted as he couldn’t handle the tension.

Jack glared at him and stepped closer to his seat, looking down at him. “You didn’t go to the Hamptons, Mr. Winton,” he said, putting his phone down with his car route displayed on the screen for him and his lawyer to see. “You went to the abandoned warehouse, in the middle of nowhere.” He chuckled coldly.

“Even so, that’s not a crime, is it?” Callan smirked.

“Not when it is the same place where your abducted ex-girlfriend was,” Jack stated dangerously.

The lawyer interfered in an instant. “I believe that your map doesn’t prove my client’s whereabouts. It only indicated where his car was at the time.”

Jack burst into laughter. “Then, are you suggesting that Mr. Winton went to the Hamptons on foot? What about the receipts from the gas station? Was Mr. Winton tanking some invisible vehicle?”

Callan glared at his lawyer before shifting his eyes to Agent Collins. “That’s it, I am leaving!” he roared, getting up from his seat.

“Get your ass back on the seat!” Agent Collins thundered, then referred to the lawyer, “Mr. Harris, this is the moment you should suggest to your client to be more cooperative. This is a serious matter which could bring him severe consequences.” The lawyer nodded and leaned over Callan to whisper something in his ear. Callan groaned but finally sat down.

Jack took a seat in front of him and leaned forward, locking his eyes on Callan. “Let me be clear. We know that you helped an organized group to get into the Wintons’ mansion and kidnap your stepbrother’s fiancée. She testified that you were inside that warehouse and that you made a deal with the one who planned the whole thing.”

Callan scoffed. “You have a big imagination, Agent Collins. I was never inside that warehouse. I don’t know anyone, and I didn’t plan anything.”

cell towers indicating that Mr. Winton was in the area. We know that his car was parked

She didn’t see me! She couldn’t see anything! She was blindfo-” He froze with his mouth

other agents, standing beside us, snorted at

finished the word, one corner of his

need to answer. You

get away with everything. “Mr. Winton, game over. I can charge you with violating several federal laws, including kidnapping, organizing an illegal military group, possession of explosive materials, and attempting murder. We have data from your GPS, proving that your car was there. We have a victim of your crime testifying that you were there. And I bet that some of the captured mercenaries will eventually crack and indicate you as the main culprit as well…” Agent Collins paused and walked closer to Callan’s side of the table. “But I know that you weren’t the mastermind, Mr. Winton, so why don’t you tell us who the

discussing the matter with his lawyer, he admitted to being at the warehouse, which was enough to arrest him. He didn’t say anything else. He didn’t even mention that there was another person involved, and since it was the only thing that could save his skin, it could

and we weren’t any closer to finding out who he was. After the show was over, Jack invited us to dinner-a pizza dinner in his office. We were sitting there mostly in silence, processing the investigation and wondering what we had all missed. Aren seemed lost in thought, frowning. He stayed silent for some time until suddenly shifting his eyes to Jack.

full of brown hair. “I guess so, but we didn’t find any other phone on him when we arrested him. If he

apartments or

brought into custody. Nothing significant was found.” Jack

his phone when you arrested him, didn’t you?” Jack raised his eyebrows at me and chuckled. “I know Callan

lazy. He could use a burner app instead of buying a burner phone. The app can work similarly in many ways. It is said that it permanently erases messages, call registers, changes the

explained.

his embrace. “Will you be able to retrieve the burned data from his phone if he used the app, sunshine?” My lips curled into a demonic smile. “Don’t

anything when you and your wife acted all lovey dovey in front of

type, so it was different! You are a cold, calculative son of a bitch, and

“Like what?” Aren chuckled.

any emotions within you.” I couldn’t help but smile. The sum of little things like Jack’s words about Aren brought me closer and closer to admitting the truth about Aren and his place in my heart. Every