Chapter 132

The interrogation room, walled on three sides, was blindingly bright. Ryan looked up from his phone and dropped a single, sharp line. Cloud Robinson instinctively touched his own face. Without warning, Ryan lunged in and peeled the skin-like mask off with a quick motion—revealing the truth in his grip. The room went dead silent. Clenching the artificial face in his fist, Ryan said word by word, "Wyatt." The officer taking notes stared at the now-exposed fugitive in shock. "Then where's the real Cloud Robinson?" Justin's expression was grim. He'd followed orders from his boss, sticking to the script to clear Wyatt of suspicion and get him released. But he hadn't seen this coming—not even a hint that Wyatt's true face would be exposed like this. Who the hell leaked it? Who knew what was under the mask? Just as his mind was spinning with questions, Ryan turned to him. "Mr. Dayton, seems there's no way we're releasing Cloud Robinson—since what we've got here is Wyatt, a wanted fugitive. Un