Chapter 470

The white lights on the ceiling burned painfully bright.

Roman sat upright in a metal chair, his hands folded neatly on the table. The air in the room was cold, sterile, and unnervingly silent. Across from him, two prosecutors stood side by side, in no hurry to open the folders in their hands—as if time itself had been deliberately slowed to test his patience.

There wasn’t much in the room. The mo