"Hmm?" Fley looked up. "What did you say? I didn't catch that."
Chaisi didn't say a word. But the other, younger officer heard, and with some amusement, he chimed in, "He just said he wants to borrow our phones."
"Ha."
Fley pulled a phone out of his pocket, slapped it on the table with a CLACK, and slid it across the surface toward Chaisi. "You want to borrow this? You should have just said so."
The moment Chaisi lowered his eyes, Fley snatched the phone back, his attitude like he was teasing a dog.
"But you don't need me to lend it to you, do you? A big shot like you can just take my phone whenever you want, right?"
Chaisi wasn't provoked. He just nodded. "You're right."
He turned his gaze and scanned the interrogation room.
The room's design was standard: the entrance door had no window and only opened outward, preventing anyone from barricading it from the inside and turning the interrogation room into a sealed space.
