Jason pulled a chair from the nearby table and placed it deliberately in front of the three men who were now kneeling on the polished tiled floor, their faces tight with fear as they glanced repeatedly at Nathan standing a few steps behind, his wide grin darkened by the glint of bloodlust in his eyes.
Nathan leaned back against another chair, uncorked a bottle of whiskey, and took a slow swig while keeping his attention fixed on the crowd below, completely indifferent to the panic he had instilled.
Jason straightened his posture and looked down at the three men.
"Why did you get hostile when I showed you this photograph?" he asked, holding the phone once more with Angela's image displayed clearly.
The man in the navy blazer hesitated, swallowing hard, and shook his head.
"We… we didn't know," he stammered. "We… we weren't sure…"
Jason's gaze sharpened, and he leaned forward slightly.
"You weren't sure what?" he asked, keeping his tone deliberate.
