{ADAM}
The lock on my cell makes a loud click and I look up. It’s Miller.
“Can we have a word?” he asks.
“Okay.” I stand up and walk towards the door, then into the interrogation room again, my hands cuffed in front of me.
Miller drops a file on the table with a hard thud. His face looks tired and strained.
“Every lead you gave us is a dead end, Mr. Adam. Your brother’s Dubai construction site? His colleagues haven’t seen him. His mansion on the lakeside in Dubai? Empty. The remains of your family home? Nothing but ash and burnt wood.”
He leans on the table.
“Every lead you gave us, we’ve done a thorough search, yet there’s no trace of Elton.”
A smile curves on my lips. “Then I guess you’re out of luck… Miller.”
He blows out a tired sigh and sits down. “We’re all out of luck. An
