“Touch one more inch of this doorway and you will leave this building in handcuffs,” I said quietly.
For the first time since I had arrived, the arrogant grin disappeared from his face, replaced by genuine confusion.
Patricia attempted to laugh, yet I noticed her hand trembling as it clutched her expensive leather purse.
“Do you have any idea exactly who you are dealing with right now?” she demanded.
“Yes, I know exactly who you are, which is why I am being so polite right now,” I replied.
Abigail’s hand trembled inside mine while she rested her head against my arm.
“Mom, they have videos of me on their phones, they made me say things I did not mean just so they could claim I was mentally unstable,” she whispered.
My blood turned to ice, yet I maintained my composure while reaching into my jacket pocket and pulling out my smartphone.
