Chapter 68 (The Mortal Multiverse : Liam Raven Harper)

Chapter 68 - Interrogation

3rd Person Pov

The interrogation room was quiet when Liam Harper stepped through the door, coffee in hand and his composure looked unshakable. 

Behind the one-way glass, Captain Holt, Sergeant Terry Jeffords, Detective Jake Peralta, and Detective Charles Boyle watched closely.

Boyle practically vibrated with excitement. “Oh man, this is gonna be amazing. I can’t wait to see what Liam does!” he whispered, eyes glued to the glass.

Jake nodded in agreement, his grin wide. “Yeah, let's see what he can do.”

Holt and Terry didn’t share the same energy. 

They were calm, curious, skeptical—but there was a glint of intrigue in their eyes. They’d heard about Liam’s results. Now, they were about to see them in action.

Inside, Marco Bellini sat at the metal table, his lawyer beside him. 

The moment Liam entered, Marco froze. His expression faltered, and a thin line of sweat formed on his forehead. The reaction told Liam everything—this man knew him.

[Are you going to use the Sharingan right away?] Eve’s voice asked playfully in his mind.

‘Not yet,’ Liam thought back. ‘They’re watching. I’ll bring it out slowly—it has to look natural.’

[Alright, boss. Slow burn it is.]

Liam took the seat opposite Marco, casually crossing his legs, his tone calm and collected. 

The lawyer, an unimpressive man with a wrinkled suit and too much fake confidence, immediately snapped, “This is a violation of my client’s rights! He has nothing further to say. Just process him on the existing charges and I’ll see you guys in court!”

Without even glancing at him, Liam took a sip of his coffee. “Relax. Paperwork’s still being processed. I’m not here to ask questions.”

His voice was smooth, even—yet the way he looked at Marco sent a chill down the man’s spine.

The lawyer adjusted his tie nervously. “Fine. As long as you don’t—”

Liam ignored him completely, his attention fixed on Marco. 

Minutes passed in silence and Liam simply sat there, sipping his coffee, his eyes calm yet predatory. The tension in the room thickened until Marco began sweating more heavily.

Then, slowly, Liam activated half of his Sharingan—just enough to influence, not reveal. 

His eyes remained their usual color, but a faint, unnatural pressure filled the air around Marco. 

Marco’s pulse quickened, his breathing shallow.

[Subtle. I like it,] Eve murmured in his head.

Behind the glass, Jake frowned. “Why isn’t he saying anything?”

Boyle whispered back, “Trust him. I read his case files—Hale never stood a chance. Liam had every move predicted before the defense even blinked.”

Captain Holt folded his arms. “Let’s hope he’s not wasting our time.”

Inside, Liam placed the now-empty paper cup on the table, never breaking eye contact. Even the sound of the paper cup against the table seemed to echo in the silent room.

Finally, Marco cracked, sneering with forced bravado. “You think you’re tough, huh?”

Liam leaned back slightly, his tone dry. “Why would I need to worry about trash like you?”

That hit hard. Marco’s face turned red, veins visible on his temple. He lurched forward, but his lawyer grabbed his arm. “Hey! You said you wouldn’t ask questions!” the man protested.

Liam didn’t even blink. “He spoke first. I just replied.”

The lawyer opened his mouth, then shut it again—completely unable to retort.

Marco laughed bitterly, still sweating. “You got a mouth on you, pretty boy. Keep talking. It’s fine… you’re a dead man anyway.”

Everyone behind the glass stiffened. 

Jake’s eyes widened. “Did that guy just threaten him?”

Terry’s brows furrowed. “That wasn’t just a threat. That sounded… different."

Eve’s voice in Liam’s head was sharp. [Did that punk just imply someone could take you down? Cute.]

Liam stayed calm, his smile faint. “Did you just threaten me, Marco?”

Marco leaned forward, eyes wild. “You can’t escape ‘The Turk’”

That name hung in the air like a storm cloud. 

Behind the glass, Holt’s posture straightened immediately.

“The Turk?” Terry repeated.

Jake turned to Holt, concerned. “Captain, we should arrange protection for Liam. Whoever this Turk is, that didn’t sound like a bluff.”

Holt didn’t reply right away. “We’ll discuss it once this is over,” he said finally, though his expression remained tense.

Inside, Liam tilted his head, pretending to ponder. “Should I be scared of that name or something?” he asked, voice dripping with sarcasm.

Marco laughed, a harsh, humorless sound. “My boss will be the last thing you see before the light fades from your eyes… with his knife in your heart.”

Liam didn’t flinch. Instead, he smiled—cold and amused. “So this Turk is your boss? Sounds like a low-level thug with a dramatic name.”

“Watch your mouth!” Marco roared, lunging across the table. The cuffs jerked him back with a harsh clang, his lawyer stumbling back and pressing himself against the wall in terror of his own client’s behaviour.

Liam didn’t move. Still seated, still cross-legged, he smirked as if watching a tantrum. “This was fun, Marco.”

He rose, adjusting his coat, every movement smooth and composed. Without another glance at the sweating Italian or his useless lawyer, Liam turned and walked out of the room.

Behind the glass, Jake exhaled. “Okay. That… was the coolest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Boyle nodded, whispering, “He didn’t even raise his voice.”

Holt said nothing, but the faintest trace of respect flickered in his eyes as Liam walked past the observation room, calm and unshaken.

Eve’s voice was soft in his mind. [You handled that perfectly. You’ve got everyone in the room impressed—and terrified.]

Liam’s lips curved into a faint grin as he replied silently, ‘Exactly how I like it’.

As Liam closed the interrogation room door behind him, the air outside felt thicker than before. 

Captain Holt, Terry Jeffords, Jake Peralta, and Charles Boyle stood in the hallway waiting for him—each with a different expression. 

Holt looked calculating, Terry concerned, Jake tense, and Boyle looked like he’d just watched an action movie come to life.

Liam gave them a calm smile and said casually, “That was a good chat.”

Jake blinked. “A good chat? The guy literally said someone’s gonna stab you in the heart!”

Before Jake or Boyle could continue, Holt’s calm, commanding voice cut in. “Let’s take this conversation back to my office.”

Liam nodded wordlessly. 

He followed them through the bullpen, the detectives’ chatter fading as they passed by. 

A few officers looked up—word had clearly spread that the hot shot prosecutor is in their precinct and were wondering if he has a case with NY 99.

Liam’s calm stride never faltered, though; he looked more like a man leaving a board meeting than someone who’d just been threatened.

Once inside Holt’s office, everyone took their places—Holt behind his desk, Terry and Liam seated opposite him, Jake and Boyle standing near the door like anxious bodyguards.

Boyle was the first to speak, his voice firm despite his usual upbeat tone. “Captain, I really think Liam needs to be guarded. That guy was serious. We can’t take a threat like that lightly.”

Jake immediately backed him up. “Yeah, Boyle’s right. The dude name-dropped a guy called ‘The Turk’. That doesn’t sound like a prank name. It sounds like someone who owns a yacht, a crime ring, and maybe an underground lion.”

Liam actually felt a hint of warmth at their concern. 

It was rare for people he’d just met to care this quickly—but before he could respond, Eve’s teasing voice echoed in his mind.

[Guard you? Please. With your stats, you could take on five of those guys blindfolded and still have time to fix your tie afterward.]

Liam hid a faint smile and replied inwardly, ‘Still, it’s nice that they care.’

Out loud, he simply said, “Let’s not worry about me. The real focus should be on this ‘Turk’ character. Does anyone here know who he is?”

Jake looked at him like he’d lost his mind. “Liam, this is serious. You were just threatened by name. I mean, I get it—you’re all cool and mysterious, but your life could actually be in danger.”

“I can handle myself,” Liam said calmly, his tone leaving no room for debate. “Right now, the case takes priority. Let’s find out who this ‘Turk’ is before assuming anything.”

Jake opened his mouth to argue again, but Holt raised a hand to silence him. “Detectives Peralta and Boyle, look into the system. Find out everything you can about this ‘Turk’. Known associates, prior records, anything.”

Both detectives nodded reluctantly. Boyle gave Liam one last concerned glance before following Jake out of the room.

As the door closed, Holt leaned back in his chair, his expression serious. “Harper, this could be dangerous. They’re not wrong. We have to take precautions. If Marco’s threat is real, I need to inform the Manhattan District Attorney immediately.”

Liam shook his head slightly. “It’s fine, Captain. I’ll inform the DA myself. If I’m going to work on this case, the DA will also be in the loop and right now there is no need to escalate the situation before we confirm the facts.”

Terry crossed his arms, his tone firm. “Liam, you’re not taking this seriously. That guy didn’t look like he was bluffing.”

Liam leaned back slightly in his chair, exuding quiet confidence. “We’ll confirm that soon enough. Let’s see if his story even holds weight first.”

In his head, Eve chuckled. [As if that Marco idiot could lie to you. Not with your Sharingan staring straight through his mind.]

Liam’s lips curved into a faint smirk. ‘Indeed. This is getting interesting Eve.’

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