Wolf was utterly paralyzed with surprise. Out of all the tactical responses Max could have possibly formulated to survive this interrogation, Wolf had never anticipated that his Boss would simply throw his real, high-society lineage directly onto the table.
Yet, as the silence stretched across the cafeteria, Wolf could see the immediate atmospheric shift in Marvin Morgan's posture. The detective's eyes narrowed, a sharp spark of recognition flashing behind his gaze as if a critical locked door in his mind had suddenly been blown off its hinges. Then, slowly, a single, highly skeptical eyebrow arched upward.
