“I knew you’d come back, gorgeous.” Miguel scoffed, tilting his head with a raised brow. You stood on the other side of the glass cell, arms crossed while keeping your stoic expression. “Doesn’t surprise me.” He mocked, leaning back with a sigh. “Let’s start with this, detective.” Miguel referred to the restraints. “It’s a bit passive-aggressive, don’t you think?” He mumbled, still keeping eye contact. “Take them off… and I’ll talk.” He offered, his red eyes blank.