“I didn’t run –”
“In his head, you aren't just a low-level rat who got scared,” Cobra says. “You’re the greedy little bastard who saw an opening, pocketed his payday, and tried to slip into the night."
"I didn't take it!" Miller squeaks, his voice cracking violently as a fresh bead of cold sweat stings his eye. "I don't even have the code to the front door!"
"You think Knox gives a damn about a code?" Cobra snorts. “Or even what’s reality? Knox doesn't care about evidence, he cares about narrative. And right now, the narrative is that a truck is missing – the truck that you were driving – and now you’re gone. To Knox, that isn't a coincidence. That’s a f*****g confession."
Miller gulps.
"And here’s the best part," Cobra says, his dark eyes locking onto Miller’s blown-out pupils. "Even
