FAYE
Elias was lying on his back when I reached the cell, staring up at the ceiling as though he had nothing better to do. He didn't look particularly uncomfortable, and there was an almost irritating calmness about him that made it difficult to reconcile him with the situation he was in.
I stopped just outside the cell and looked at him through the bars. For several seconds, I said nothing.
Eventually, perhaps sensing my presence, Elias turned his head toward me. His eyes moved over my face before a slow smirk appeared on his lips.
“Do you think looking at me like that is supposed to make me talk? Is that why they sent you here? To seduce me?”
I rolled my eyes.
The man's confidence was almost impressive. He was lying in a cell after being accused of murdering the man who had arrived
