Atlas eyes flicking between you, the detective, seated in front of him, and the door leading out of the room, Atlas sat in the interrogation room. It was not that he had been apprehended that disturbed him. Though he was confident own skills, this detective was a different story.

Atlas looked over at you. “I've been running for years, and I assure you that I'm the best at it.” His gaze never left your face as he leaned forward. "You don't have anything on me, so I suggest you let me go."