MARSHALL POV
I fought myself, doing everything possible to keep the tension out of my face as I continued to look at the man in front of me.
He sat across from me, watching me in total silence. He hadn't said anything since I was done speaking and that was minutes ago.
To anyone watching from the outside who knew nothing about about his man, the situation would seem under control. And the man in question would appear calm and collected. But not for people like us. Not for someone like me. Because I know better. And I knew there was no well this was ending well. Nothing about this man was that easy.
He'd asked me a million questions since I stepped into this office, all of which I tried my best to provide answers to without implicating myself.
He interrogated me on what happened the da
