Micheal helped Clara out of the car and she wanted to scream that she didn't need any help, but she stopped herself once she came to the conclusion that he was trying to be nice. Although people trying to be nice was something she really hated, even if it was social convention.

She followed Micheal in silence as they passed through the entrance of the station. Many of the desk officers looked at her confused as to why she was following an FBI agent into their station. Not one of them stood up to question it, however, Clara didn't expect them to anyone, they were just normal cops.

''We did try and get some information out of them, but um they wouldn't even tell us their names,'' Micheal confessed as he led Clara down a long corridor with what looked like various different interrogation rooms lining it.

''One of them's called Andy,'' Clara simply sated causing Micheal to stop dead in his tracks to look at her. Her response was to shrug her shoulders and give him a sly smile before walking past him down the corridor, ''which room is it?'' She called out.

''It's this one,'' Micheal answered finally catching up to her and pointing to the room to the left of her. He opened the door for her, wising her a brief good luck before he locked her in and taking his position in the room next door to sit behind the two-way glass.

As soon as she had entered the three men raised their heads, their eyes immediately boring into her own. Their expressions were motionless and Andy with is mushy eye looked even more hideous in the light from the lamp than he had last night in the cabin. Clara wished she was doing the interrogation in the dark because she felt that the longer she spent in the room with him, the more likely he was going to make her sick.

Needlessly she gave them the sweetest smile she could muster causing them to look at her in confusion as she took a seat behind the table opposite them. Andy straight away lent forward his cuffs clanging against the table underneath him. Clara held his gaze as he ran his tongue across his teeth, before then letting out a loud fake cough, which Clara was assumed was to scare her, but much like when he hit her she didn't flinch.

''I told you last night and I'll tell you again I ain't the type of bitch you're used to,'' her voice was harsh and Andy seemed taken aback as he took his hands off of the table and lent backwards in his chair, returning to the same position he had been in when she'd entered.

''You a cop or some shit that why you here now?'' Andy asked, chewing his teeth.

''No I'm a bit higher up than a cop,'' she replied before then saying, ''now I wanna know your names well your friends names Andy,'' Andy blinked a couple of times seemingly looking as if Clara had uncovered his biggest secret, ''I suggest that when you have a woman restrained you refrain from saying your names out loud. Gentleman care to tell me who you are?''

''Torez, Rook and Blake,'' Andy was the one to speak, pointing at each one as he said their names. He had been the last on Clara's list to speak and reveal their names, which was why she didn't believe what he'd said for one second.

''Right cheers. My next question is who do you work for because I know what your job is,'' Clara trailed off, getting up from her seat to stand behind the man Andy had called 'Rook.' The man flinched away from her, but since he was tied to the table he couldn't stay away from her touch. She pulled down the collar of his shirt to reveal a very peculiar tattoo. mesmerising the pattern Clara did the same thing to all the other men, a heavily detailed round tattoo etched on every single one of there next just below their ears stared up at her.

''This,'' she jabbed a nail into Andy's neck making him yelp out due to the sudden sharp pain, ''is not a tattoo is it fellers. It's a brand you wanna know how I know,'' she didn't wait for a response before adding, ''because I've seen it before. Which leads to my next question what was Eric Swartz to you?''

''How do you know that? Fuck,'' the man she had been told was called 'Torez,' blurted out and since he was next to Andy it earned him a smack to the head.

''Who was he Andy, family, a friend or a boss that only cared about you when he needed you?'' Clara questioned, leaning over the table and staring into his one dark brown eye and the whites of his other one, ''or did he give you that scar, blinded you when you got in his way.''

''Eric was a good man until she got to him, manipulated him. That's why we take them the woman, stop more of them from infecting us. It started with high profile woman then we added men to the list,'' Andy cried out, he couldn't keep the truth in anymore, the way Clara had looked at him made him want to cower and hide. The way her eyes never left his as he confessed more and more details.

''Then the list became something more, a way to stop the rich from getting richer by crossing them off getting rid of them. Giving them expiration dates,'' Clara muttered to herself.

''No she found the list destroyed it then decided to make another one, with our names on it. Then it probably became what you're on about,'' Andy explained.

''No you still work for them because even you lot don't look stupid enough to go into an abandoned building. I mean what sort of woman could possibly be found in a burnt out hotel. Unless you were tipped off. So answer me truthfully is what you just told me about the list utter bullshit because that's what you've been told to say once captured,'' Andy nodded gulping as Clara finished shouting at them.

The Clara left not before sweeping her eyes over them one more time trying to remember every detail of them. Then she took out her phone and took a photograph of each one of them, she needed to do her own research because they'd told her nothing.

''The names they gave were last names. Shouldn't be too hard for you to find they're pretty uncommen,'' were the first words she greeted Micheal with.

''Um ok, you want me to give you a ride back,'' he offered.

''Nah I'll walk I need time to think,'' Micheal nodded as he was left alone in the corridor to watch Clara's retreating figure get smaller and smaller the further away she got. He didn't dare follow her, he knew a pissed off woman when he saw one.