A single brow inched toward Vegas’ hair line. “I’m curious, not stupid,” he replied. He crossed a leg over his knee, still watching Chasin with interest. Sassy one, he is.

“I’m not about to let you go when I know nothing.” Chasin’s too calm, which meant he’s probably dangerous. Which meant he probably let himself get caught. Which definitely meant Vegas wasn’t setting him free before he got more information.

“Say what you want and I might consider uncuffing you.”