CHAPTER 68 THE ELECTRIC.

Michael's eyes were like ice as he turned to Niyazi, his voice cold and commanding. "Commissioner, I want to be left alone with this man," he said, his jaw tense and his gaze unwavering. "You can monitor us if you need to, but I need to question him without interference." Niyazi hesitated for a moment, his brow furrowed as he weighed his options. Finally, he nodded, his voice grim. "Very well. But remember, Mr. Michael, you're responsible for anything that happens in this cell." With a single nod, Michael acknowledged Niyazi's warning. The commissioner stepped out of the cell, leaving the door open as he retreated down the hallway. Michael watched him go, his muscles tensing as he turned his attention back to Connor. The cellblock was silent, save for the sound of the two men's breathing. Michael moved to stand directly in front of Connor, his voice hard and uncompromising. "Tell me where to find my son," he demanded, his hands balled into fists at his sides. "Or so help me, I'll ma