Morris’ face gradually lost its cheerful relaxation. He flipped through the records and paused at one page, as if weighing his advantage. “Here it says your father was Melvin Porter. He was the number one wanted man in Chicago couple decades ago if I remember it correctly. What’d he do? He killed eight people, didn’t he?” 

The mention of her father was definitely a bomb, viciously deliberate. Bette tried hard not to show any emotions, clenching her jaw till bones cracked.

But Morris noticed the slightest of changes. He awarded himself a grin as he explored this weakness. “So, are you doing this for him? Prove to him that you’re better at what he did? Do you hate him for abandoning you?” He ventured with aggression, “hmm? Do you hate him?”

Bette tasted bile in her throat the more he pushed the subject. Her gaze was harrowing under the mask of anger.

“Hey, it’s ok.” He pretended to offer solace, laying his hand on her shoulder, as if forgetting about her recent injury, and squeezed. “Just tell me how you feel.” It might have seemed gentle but the force was enough to reach beneath the muscle, evident by his whitening knuckles.

The brunette snarled, breathing became labored again.

“That’s enough.” Tina murmured as she pushed pass the door before Kroll could react. She stomped down the hallway and knocked on the neighboring room.

Everyone paused and Sweeney hesitantly turned the door knob and opened a crack to see who was out there.

“Officer you’re not allowed to enter.” Agent Williams’ stern voice charged in from the hallway first. “Close the door.” She ordered Max.

“It’s not right—” Tina tried to stop the man from smashing the heavy soundproof door in her face, “Hey!” She angrily beat the surface, “Hey! That’s torture!”

“Officer Kennard!” Kroll had also rushed into the hallway after the two. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Ma’am,” The blonde’s eyes pleaded for understanding, “that’s psychological and borderline physical torture. How could you let that happen in your station?”

“Can I talk to you, Officer?” Tasha practically dragged the woman by her arm without asking her commander’s consent.

Tina walked down the hall while trying to shrug out of the steel claw on her arm. She was shoved into a nearby room which she recognized as the evidence lab.