Interrogation My heart thundered at an insane rate. Was that it? Was Callan finally going to get the punishment he deserved? I looked at the agents but couldn’t read too much from their faces. They kept passing each other some documents while I was heading out of the i

of the interrogation room, communicating by either frowning or nodding.

“Excuse me, Agent Collins…” I patted his arm to get his attention. “Please, tell me, what else can I do to send this bastard behind bars?”

He gave me a wry smile. “You are welcome to stay and watch the interrogation with Mr. Lan, but don’t count on great results.”

“What do you mean?” I asked nervously. “It’s your word against his. We’ve got a little circumstantial evidence, but unless he confesses, he can go free.” His words felt as if someone had pierced my heart. My face turned pale at the mere thought that this son of a bitch could get away with it.

“Can you get his phone?” I asked, thinking about the source of possible evidence.

“Not without a warrant, and I doubt that he would let us see his phone willingly. Besides, he’s a rich family’s kid, so I bet that his lawyer is already on his way here as well. We would need something strong, and we only have a few street camera shots with his face to prove that he was around the warehouse area… and your testimony,” he explained. I gritted my teeth. There had to be some other evidence we could use… “Can we get data from relay towers to get his mobile phone location from that day?” I suggested.

that kind of information takes time. Perhaps, we’ll get it tomorrow, or

run the interrogation?” “What do you mean?” he narrowed his eyes at me. I smiled nervously, thinking that I

referred to the agent, “my wife is very skillful when it comes to finding any form of digital data. She can help as

locked my eyes on Agent Collins. “I know that you won’t be able to use the information from me in a courtroom,

his lips curled up into a wicked smile. “What else can you

“How about data

would dwell on the matter of whether what I was about to do was legit or not. We all knew that he was able to get the same information legally, but for us, time was a crucial aspect. Why? Because it was almost certain that once Callan walked out of that office, Augustus Winton would do everything to send Callan to a country without an extradition treaty, even if Callan had to be thrown into the luggage

jet.

my laptop and worked my wonders while Agent Collins, who insisted that I call him by his first name from now on, pretended that he didn’t see me hacking into the cellphone network. It took me less than twenty minutes to find the location of the cellphone towers that his phone had used

phone when he was

few neurons he still has in his brain. It looks like the last relay tower locates him as near as the

fucker and his

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