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VII. High And Low Blows

Seventeen hours later...

Chapter Seven
John

Wilson yawns again as we walk through the halls of the Missouri federal prison. In the month or so that we have worked together, I've noticed how exhausted Wilson always looks. Wilson, Harvey, Barnes, Soroya, and I have all stayed in the same hotel room every night, and every night no one sleeps. Wilson may drift off, but he always wakes up before he can truly sleep. Soroya and Barnes are the same way, always being pulled out of rest from some nightmare. The exception to this is Harvey, who sleeps like a baby every night.

"You alright?" I ask him, feeling a bit awkward.

Wilson nods, rubbing at his face. "Just tired."

"If you're having trouble sleeping, maybe you should talk to Soroya. She's helpful with this sort of thing."

"And what sort of thing is that?"

"Well...everything really."

Wilson lets out a laugh, nodding his head once. "Very true."

"Do my ears deceive me, or did you just agree with me?"

Wilson rolls his eyes. "Don't push it."

When I called Ross yesterday about Jason Bryan, he said that he's currently being held in the Missouri federal prison on accounts of hacking and arson. Bryan was arrested two months ago, and according to Harvey, he and McAllister broke up around the same time. Harvey said it was a really ugly break up, so hopefully Bryan won't have any problem helping us take his ex down.

"Let's hope this guy is a spiteful ex." I mumble to Wilson as we approach his cell door.

"Don't go overboard with the interrogation," Wilson warns. "Prison is enough of a punishment without you torturing him."

"I don't 'torture'. I get results, and I can finally get those results now that Soroya isn't here."

"Yes, because having a moral compass is such a hinderance."

The prison guards open up Bryan's cell and allow us to slip inside, the clang of the door closing causing Bryan to wake up. He's tall, far too tall for the bed he has in this cell. He looks maybe in his forties, has thick auburn hair, a lanky build, pale, lots of freckles, and glasses that remind me a lot of Harry Potter. He sort of cowers as he sees the look of determination on both mine and Wilson's face, like a nerd in high school who's about to be beat up by the jocks.

"Who are you? What do you want?" He asks. He has a subtle French accent.

"Some information about Elizabeth McAllister. Here's how this is going to work; I'll talk, you listen, then you give me what I want." I say, taking a step closer to him and crossing my arms.

"I don't know who you're talking about." Bryan lies.

"That's funny, because we met a good friend of yours who told us all about your relationship and brutal break up. Take it from someone who has a lot of ex girlfriends, they're not worth the pain I'm about to put you through. Just tell me where she is and I'll be on my way."

A wave of confidence goes over Bryan, but his voice slightly shakes as he says: "I don't know where she is. And even if I did, I wouldn't tell you."

I let out a sigh, reaching towards my back to unhook the shield from the notch on my suit. I figured wearing the uniform would make Bryan more willing to talk, and he does seem to get more scared as he sees the famous shield. But despite this fear, he doesn't back down.