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His lips inched closer, and I almost succumbed to my baser instincts.
Footsteps made us reconsider.
A flushed man with a blond crew cut was out of breath when he saw us standing at the top of the stairs.
We shared a knowing look. It had been a long time since we saw each other. It ended with a whimper.
"You are a hard man to track down, but I found you," he said with a pointed finger at Flex.
"I'm sorry. You have me at a disadvantage. You seem to know me, but I don't know you. Don't come any closer. This is a private building." He stood in front of me with his hand holding onto the gun in his holster.
Samuel eyed him but didn't seem concerned. "Where are my manners?" he asked with a hand wiping a dollop of sweat off of his face. "Detective Samuel Coleman." He flashed a gold shield.
I watched all the color drain from Flex's face.
The detective's timing couldn't have been worse.
CHAPTER 6
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FLEX
It wasn't the first time I had tangled with the law. They didn't like mysteries they couldn't solve. The only thing saving me from further prosecution was every other time was under other assumed names.
There were moments I couldn't remember the real me underneath the pseudonyms.
The smell of sweat and fear surrounded me in a disgusting mixture of humanity. The room was small and claustrophobic. The one-way mirror wasn't fooling anybody.
The stainless-steel table and two chairs on either side set the tone. This was going to be an intense interrogation under the guise of a conversation.
I pulled at my collar with my shirt sticking to me like a second skin. The temperature was jacked and there was no mistaking how they were trying to make me feel uncomfortable. It was a tactic used many times before, but I stayed perfectly calm under the pressure of the hot lights.
The fluorescent bulbs gave me a headache.
It started behind the eyes but graduated to a throbbing in the temples. The last thing I wanted to do was show them any sort of weakness. It wasn't like they had told me anything other than I was a person of interest.
Detective Coleman didn't drag me kicking and screaming with the handcuffs digging into my wrists. It was better to cooperate and make it appear I had nothing to hide. Knowing that he was the one leading the investigation into the drug taking the city by storm caused some concern.
His footsteps preceded him into the room. Every little noise made me well aware of my hostile surroundings. They were looking for anything to use against me.
The door swung open with the sweetest scent of cinnamon tickling my nostrils.
His heart beat a little bit quicker. He probably never went around and advertised he had a heart murmur. The irregular pumping of those arteries couldn't be seen by anybody.
The man had a ticking time bomb in his chest.
He rolled up his sleeves to give the illusion of intimidation. The file folder was a thinly veiled threat.
Detective Coleman made himself comfortable without uttering a word.
A big part of me hated the idea of being in captivity. The animal within became agitated, pacing around in my mind, looking for a way to escape.
It was hard enough most of the time to keep peace with the animal.
"We have a bit of a problem," he finally spoke.
"Maybe I can help," I answered nonchalantly with my hands clearly visible on the table.
