Chapter Fifty
Esposito was already waiting for them in the room. A prison guard stood in the corner, glaring at the inmate, his hand resting near his stun rod.
Jia wasn’t sure if the attitude was for their own benefit, but it wouldn’t hurt to help convince the prisoner to give up more information.
“You aren’t his lawyers, so we’re going to be monitoring everything,” the warden noted.
“Fine by us,” Jia replied with a nod.
Esposito sat at a table, his hands folded neatly atop it and a nervous smile on his face. His wrists were bound, but his legs were free. He took a few deep breaths. His cheeks were flushed.
Erik didn’t sit. He moved to the wall and turned toward Esposito. Jia stared at the prisoner. He kept rubbing his wrists and darting his eyes back and forth. Beads of sweat covere
