Lucas had pressed himself into the furthest corner of the jail cell he'd been locked in. The cops didn't know what to do with him while they investigated. He wasn't being particularly cooperative, either. 

His dark eyes raised when someone came to stand outside of his cell door. It was a man with graying hair, in a black overcoat and dress pants. His shiny black shoes gleemed against the jailhouse floor. 

"So. We finally got you," he said, a wicked sneer spreading across his face.