Hearing what Oliver just said, both Festus and Clinton exchanged uneasy glances. The calmness in Oliver's tone only made everything worse. He wasn't shouting. He wasn't threatening in anger. He was certain. That certainty alone was terrifying.
"Well," Oliver continued after a pause, brushing invisible dust off his sleeve, "since you seem so confident, you can stay right where you are. You and your father." His voice hardened. "But if either of you refuse to cooperate if either of you think this is still a joke then I promise, your situation is going to get a lot worse."
Then he stood up slowly, his shadow stretching across the floor as both men stared up at him.
"I didn't bring you here for a chat," Oliver said finally. "I brought you here because I want something and you're going to give it to me. One way or another."
He turned slightly, his eyes narrowing. "Because believe me, I already know everything about you. Every secret. That's why you're here."
