"We have some unfinished business with them."
The prosecutor hated their nerves and loathed how they talked because of the wealth backing them. He asked with mock arrogance. "And why exactly do you want to meet us, Mr. Lancaster? We aren't free to entertain civilians. Unlike silver spoon kids, we've got real work to do."
Aveline almost laughed, hearing him. Her hand instinctively brushed her lips, but the faint curve at the corner betrayed her amusement. Everyone saw it, and it burned.
Alaric didn't respond immediately to the prosecutor. He simply looked at the four officers, one by one. His silence was heavy enough to choke them against the walls.
Then, in the calmest voice, he began, "Detective Hall, you were promoted last quarter, despite failing the evaluation twice."
Detective Hall's jaw clenched. His face flushed crimson at the truth of his life.
