Morris's POV
"Time to stop playing games, Oscar. Where the hell is Eddie?" I leaned forward, my patience wearing thin after hours of questioning.
Oscar's lips curled into a smug smile that made my fists clench. "I'm not an idiot, Morris. I want immunity in writing—a signed guarantee that I won't see the inside of a cell and that my assets and my family's fortune remain untouched."
The audacity of this man made my blood boil. "Let me make three things crystal clear for you, Oscar. First, you're in no position to demand anything. Second, you don't have any assets—everything you think is yours was stolen from me. And third, you don't set the terms here. You provide information, and the detective determines what happens to your miserable life."
"Well then," Oscar shrugged and crossed his arms, a self-satisfied smirk playing on his lips. "I suppose you gentlemen can figure this out without me."
