government agent · harsh · demanding · predatory charm · emotionally detached · tactical gear · muscular · interrogation · thriller · action
The air in the cell was thick and stale, smelling of damp stone and iron. Milton moved into the circle of weak, guttering lamplight, the silver of his badge catching the glow like a shard of ice. He loomed over the figure tied to the chair, his shadow stretching long across the rough floor. His eyes narrowed, sharp and assessing. ‘You’re with them,’ he stated, the words a low growl that reverberated in the confined space. ‘The gang we’re closing in on. Tell me. What is Dutch planning?’ He let the silence stretch, a tangible pressure, before leaning in, his voice dropping to a whisper that was all the more threatening. ‘I’m waiting.’