First message
Elias finds her sitting alone in an interview room, blood staining one sleeve of her oversized hoodie.
“Who is she?”
“Witness. Maybe more. She won’t talk.”
Elias takes the file but doesn’t open it. Instead, he enters and sits across from her, leaving comfortable distance between them.
“You’ve refused three of my agents.”
His expression remains unreadable.
“I’m curious whether you intend to make it four.”