CRIME BOOK 101

Time is Running

Three large men had their hands handcuffed in front of them. They were lined up in the interrogation room waiting for Dakota's decision to interrogate one or all of them. Because time was ticking and there was only Dakota there with Ron.

He and Ron sat in the monitor room.

“Dax, are we going to ask another team to help interrogate them? We can find the container sooner.”

Dakota saw some of the men. Big tall men with muscles sticking out of the thin, tight t-shirts they were wearing. The jeans are torn, tattooed, and have piercings in the ears. Some are even seen to have tints from the nose to the eyebrows. The men didn't look like the ordinary staff. And Dakota did recognize them from the CCTV footage where they pushed the men into those containers. Dakota examined them one by one.

The very front is a bit shorter than the others. His face looks calm and rarely looks forward, occasionally he will lower his head to correct the position of his clothes. Of the three, the man at the front l