Chapter 73

Darius walked into the interrogation room and understood at once why they called it a VIP room. It wasn’t a dirty cellar like the other cells he had visited in the past twenty-four hours. This room had white matte glass walls, ceilings, and floors. A mounted desk and chairs sat in the middle. He knew at once this was a place she had built. Everything around him screamed her name. He cringed seeing