EVAN WAITED FOR THE door to shut then waited another twenty seconds.
Felecia was gone. Her shadow had retreated from under the door. She couldn't listen in on what they said, not that he thought there would be much to learn.
He eased down into her vacated seat, the wood still warm from her body.
Zora regarded him with one arched brow. Something was off with her. She was tense, irritable. Typically Zora approached a situation with calm, willing to turn it around, examine it from all sides. She wasn't friendly, but she would hear a person out. This time she'd decided on a narrative and had run with it.
"This isn't the way to handle her," he said.
"You know how to interrogate people now?"
"No. That's not my specialty. I've been around her though, and I don't think this is the way to get her to cooperate."
Zora spread her hands, leaned back and crossed one leg over the other. "We hold all the cards."