Tempted to take a closer look at the wall Peter frequently glanced at, he then thought better of it, deterred by the mental image of judging eyes unseen. Once he figured twenty minutes had passed, he returned to the table and turned his chair toward the door. He sat down, absently drumming his fingers on the tabletop. Irritation gave way to worry until suddenly the door swung open. The screech from the door’s weight made him jump up from his chair. Agent Ben Casey strolled into the room carrying a pair of handcuffs by his side. The cuffs clanked together softly as he walked over to Jack, his face expressionless and his eyes as cold as they were earlier. Filled with unease by the agent’s nonchalance and Peter’s absence, Jack stepped back. “You’re cleared to leave, Mr. Kenney,” Casey informed him, the meanness of his look transferring easily to his acidic tone. “You’ll need to put these on again until safely removed from the premises. Standard protocol.” Jack nodded warily and took a step toward him.
