“We’re bringing him in for interrogation,” the guard told me at the door.
I turned to face him. “I’m ready.”
Nodding, he turned to the other men standing on his left side. “Send him in,” he ordered.
A few seconds later, the two men came back with another man; unlike the guards, however, this man was dressed in an orange jumpsuit and was shackled in handcuffs. He narrowed his eyes at me as the guards left him in detention, shutting the door. Despite the fact that two police officers were staring at the criminal, his eyes were only on mine.
He didn’t move and made no inclination to. I gestured at the chair waiting for him. “Have a seat.”
Although the man didn’t say anything, he complied me with the same emotionless look. This didn’t faze me—I would still be able to find out the truth.
I looked him straight in the eye. “What is your name?”
He didn’t answer. I tapped into my telekinesis.
A long silence would be suspicious, so I moved on to the next question. “Did you attempt to rob a bank yesterday?”
“Were you working alone?”
No. He didn’t say anything again.
“Who hired you?”
Daniel Ford. “I don’t know.”
“You don’t know who hired you?” I raised an eyebrow. Did he really expect me to fall for that?
The man gritted his teeth. Stop pestering me! “No.”
I tried to keep my face as expressionless as possible as I continued on with the questioning. Most of what he was saying wasn’t true—I was amazed someone could lie so easily—but it was obviously becoming difficult for him as time passed by. His lies were becoming more prolonged, less precise.
When I was finished, I sat up from my chair. “Well,” I said shortly, “I believe we’re done here.” I gave the guards a look to let them know that I was done. Nodding, they opened the door and took the man back out. I followed them out of detention and closed the door behind me.
The men took the thief towards the exit of the police door. Once the he was gone, I turned around and saw Gage facing me. “What did he say?” he asked.
“He didn’t talk much, but I found out enough.” I made a brief gesture toward my head before continuing. “He’s working for a man name Daniel Ford. Have you heard of him?”
“That name doesn’t sound familiar,” Gage admitted, which made my heart sink a bit. Almost as if he was the mind reader he continued. “Don’t worry, I’ll have my team look him up when we get back.”
“Good luck with that. From what I gathered, he seems to be running a low-profile.”
“Was there anything else?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know all the details, but I think the robbery was a group job. I could be wrong, though.”
Gage gave me an approving nod. “You got something from him, which is more than we could say. Good job, Anderson.”
I suppressed a smile. “Just doing my job, sir.”
I was about to turn away from him when I suddenly heard his voice in my head. Rayla and I really seem to be hitting it off. I wonder if she’ll want to go out for dinner tonight.
This time I smiled. Trying to appear neutral, I turned back on Gage and gave him a pleasant smile. “I’d love to have dinner,” I said.
The look of surprise on his face was rewarding. “I didn’t say anything—”
“You didn’t have to, Roberts.” I smirked, giving him a mischievous look. “I’ll meet you at the shop down the street at six. Don’t be late.”
And before he could answer, I stepped out the door, a large grin spreading across my face. Being a telepath certainly had its advantages.