C45 Epilogue

He looks up.

His wrists are in handcuffs, and he's sitting by a desk. In a bare room. All alone.

I inhale sharply, as his dark brown eyes slowly lift up to meet mine. And as soon as we make eye contact, his face glimmers with life. The flicker of a smirk, stretches across his lips as he rises to his feet. The only thing separating us is the glass wall