The police sat across from Marvis in the dimly lit interrogation room, their expressions unreadable. Marvis, though trying to put on a tough front, was clearly anxious. Hours had passed since he was brought in, and the silence was eating at him.
The detectives had tried to get him to talk but he had refused to say anything.
Detective Nolan leaned forward, his voice calm but calculated. "You know, Marvis, Vanessa's already planning to cut you off. She's moving her money as we speak, leaving you to take the fall."
Marvis scoffed, but his fingers twitched. "You're bluffing."
Nolan smirked. "Am I? She hasn't called you, has she? You were just a disposable tool, and now she's running. If you don't believe me, fine. But we just got word that she wants to pay you off—one last transaction before she vanishes."
Marvis's eyes flickered with doubt. The thought of Vanessa leaving him high and dry made his blood boil. He had risked everything for this job, and she owed him.
