Target(H2OVanoss)

Part 120 - Meeting the old pal

Sorry it's a late update :D I'm stuck in the work. I hope you have a great day so far. Enjoy ^.^
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(Tyler POV)
I shift myself, crossing the arms on my chest. I had been sitting in the interrogation room for almost four hours. I was thirsty, but cautious not to leave any more of my DNA that they already had.

"It's not that difficult, Tyler. Just tell us you did it," David said tiredly, and I shrugged for a millionth time.

"I didn't do shit. I can't believe you fucking grabbed me out of my house without a proper evidence," I mumbled.

"Really? Because in Annie's and Luke's body-" Davis was cut off by the door.

I looked behind me to see familiar face. I frowned, feeling anger and fury slowly building up in my body. He looked back at me, shoving me with the same anger I had in. That act send me to the ground, and I fell with a loud thump.

"You motherfucker!" He yelled at me, and I had to try to hard not to let my anger took over my actions.

The last thing I would want, was complain because of attacking the FBI agent. I knew they tracked me down by my gun, but I also knew they didn't have proper evidence to mark me as a killer.

Mark was towering above me, and in a few seconds I was being punched into my face.

"Stop!" David yelled.

I can't hit him back! I can't hit him back!

"I said stop!"

In a few seconds David grabbed Mark, pulling him away from me. I spat out a blood, getting back at my feet.

"You're dead to me! You won't make it alive from here, you hear me?" Mark whispered towards me.

"What are you talking about? I didn't do shit," I reply, giving him a cold stare.

"Mark, calm down!" David shouted, still holding Mark away from me.

I sat down on the chair, wiping off the rest of the blood on my lips.

"You killed one of my people, you piece of shit. You killed Luke!" He stated, and I looked at him with a smirk.

"I have no fucking idea who's this Luke you're talking about. But I can definitely tell you attacked me first, bitch," I whispered cockily.

"That's enough!" I heard David.

He pulled Mark away from me, shoving him out of the room. After that he looked at me, tiredness written in his eyes.

"You don't have shit on me. You said it yourself," I said, sitting down back on the chair.

The door opened again, revealing familiar face for me. I blinked several times, frowning from confusion. Craig has a suit on him, small suitcase in his hand, looking all professional. He fixed his glasses, not giving me a single stare.

"What are you doing here?" David asked Craig the same question I wanted to ask.

"Show me the evidence that's pointing to him. I'm his lawyer."

What?

Craig sat next to me, finally paying me attention. He pointed at my face.

"What happened to my client?" He asked David, squinting his eyes.

"Is this some kind of a joke?" David asked, and I stood up.