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𓍯 𝙳𝙾𝙽'𝚃 𝙷𝚄𝚁𝚃 𝙴𝙼, 𝙲𝙷𝚄𝚁𝙲𝙷 𝙶𝙸𝚁𝙻 .
JULY TWENTY-FOURTH 8:30 A.M. ೄྀ࿐ˊˎ-
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In the interrogation room of the police department, Silver slouched in the chair, feigning nonchalance as he felt pressured in the room. His eyes, bloodshot and weary, looked at the one-way mirror that concealed unseen observers on the other side as the detective sat on the other side of the table. The detective's gaze stared a hole into Silver, trying to catch every twitch and every hesitation from the drug dealer and illegal sniper. The single light above their heads casted directly onto them, causing Silver's face to appear like a silhouette due to his dark skin.
Silver rehearsed the lies that clung to the tip of his tongue, poised and ready to spill forth. The detective leaned in, his voice low and gravelly, each question aimed to slice through Silver's layers of deception. The room seemed to shrink, the walls pressing in as the seconds stretched into eternity.
"You got us all mistaken," Silver finally said, trying to maintain his composure. "We're tax-paying citizens of this state. Jasiah is a legitimate businessman, and his unknown enemies want to tarnish his reputation"
The detective wasn't buying it. He pressed harder, trying to get Silver to fold on Jasiah, promising a deal that would be better than any he would receive if they were caught. Silver could feel the weight of the detective's gaze, the intensity of the interrogation. Despite the pressure, he remained resolute, his loyalty to Jasiah unwavering.
The air in the room grew heavier, charged with tension. Silver knew there was nothing anyone could offer that would ever convince him to betray his closest friend. Under Jasiah's wing, his confidence was unshakable. He met the detective's eyes, the flicker of determination in his own saying more than his rehearsed lies ever could.
"You chasing shadows my boa'. My loyalty lies with family" Silver added, letting the detective know that this interrogation was a waste of both of their times because he had a side, and he wasn't crossing over to the other.
