Waveshot froze. His breathing became pulsed, his face rigid in a sense of panic.
"You don't have to speak," the female lawyer next to him said, but his eyes had already answered everything they could.
Ning took a step back. "This wasn't about your father," he said. "All of this was… for your mother?"
Mira and Larissa looked at each other, both trying to keep up with the pivot in the interrogation.
Mira quickly searched for something.
"A fire broke out that night when the Gallows were raided," Mira said. "The female Minotaur ended up dying in that fire. She was found dead by the firefighters the next morning."
Ning tapped his foot, trying to think of something. Something didn't add up. Waveshot clearly didn't know about his victim's deal with law enforcement—how he was the one responsible for his father's downfall. His issue with the Ghoul had been his mother instead.
A mother who died in the fire.
