Chapter 72: Showdown
“Really, you believe that I would disclose such information just because you asked?” Writing stated, his voice steady. “We’re in the business of confidentiality. It’s an unbroken rule.”
“Rules are mutable,” Miles shot back, a retort sharp as a knife’s edge.
“But those who dare break them often do find themselves facing dire consequences,” replied Writing, his tone grave.
Miles brandished his phone, displaying a ticking countdown. “How can you be certain your fate isn’t already in my hands? If you don’t feel like talking, I can easily shift my questions to others.”
His sharp gaze swept over the silent onlookers.
“Anyone here privy to the identity of the person who sent you after Ethan and me? The first one to speak walks away unscathed. But remember, there’s only one get-out-of-jail-free card. Use it wisely.”
However, the assembled men in suits stayed tight-lipped as if they had suddenly been struck mute.
“We’ve all sworn ourselves to secrecy,” one of the men finally spoke. “Your intimidation tactics are futile. Your special abilities might be impressive, but your clock has been ticking ever since you’ve become a ghost tamer. I suggest we abandon this endeavor and pretend it never happened. How does that sound?”
Writing’s face hardened; he knew dealing with this Miles character wouldn’t be a walk in the park. Cunning, wily, he reminded Writing of a clever wolf pup. At first glance, he might seem harmless, but up close, he could take a painful bite out of you.