Chapter 145: Disaster

Captain Walter Beckett observed Milo's gaze, uncertainty flickering across his weathered features. The interrogation room door creaked open, revealing an interrogator who straightened at the sight of his superior. "Mr. Beckett," he acknowledged deferentially.

Walter inclined his head toward the room. "What's the situation?"

"We've apprehended a group following reports of illicit dealings," the interrogator explained. "Suspects are undergoing questioning."

"Illicit dealings?" Milo echoed, his quiet words laden with unspoken meaning.

The interrogator sought Walter's silent permission before continuing. "An organization has been trafficking forged antiques and artwork for several years. Evidence suggests connections to an unresolved case from three years ago."

Walter studied Milo. "Does something trouble you, Milo?"

Milo offered a measured smile. "This is significant. It will likely require your personal oversight. Other matters demand my attention. I'll take my leave." He pocketed a hand and strode away, his footsteps echoing.

His mind raced. Vivienne was almost certainly in that room. He wondered if Derek knew. After deliberation, Milo resolved to inform Derek immediately, aware of Walter's strictness and impartiality.

Within the station, interrogators questioned each suspect methodically. Vivienne sat in the center, her wrists bound to the table by cold metal handcuffs. Walter's entrance chilled the room. "Name, age, occupation!" he demanded, his voice sharp.

Vivienne answered precisely. "What brought you to the scene? Were you involved in illegal transactions? Did you transport those items?"

"To save someone. No, and no," Vivienne replied, her brevity deliberate.

Her detached demeanor enraged Walter. His fist slammed the table. "Young lady, you have a promising future. Better safe than sorry! Otherwise, you might spend your prime years in prison!"

Vivienne found the day's events peculiar. The informant's identity remained a mystery, but she dismissed it. "Might I make a phone call?"

"You think this is a hotel?" Walter's anger flared. "Cooperate, or face the consequences!"

Vivienne glanced at the clock, her voice indifferent. "Whatever." She thought of Owen; surely he'd received the message and was en route.

In the neighboring room, perspiration soaked Steve's clothes. Panic seized him; he worried about the anonymous tipster. This was a disaster. Benjamin's reaction to Vivienne's predicament would be catastrophic. He dreaded the consequences. Even more terrifying were Cameron and Sinclair, the seemingly kind men who transformed into fiercely protective uncles when Vivienne was involved. Their devotion to her knew no bounds. Would they besiege the station?

Steve's stomach churned; he'd stumbled into a nightmare of his own making.