The driver turned the wheel and headed north, leaving Ronald Reagan Airport far behind. Agent Coulson was not at all surprised by this answer. This man never allowed anyone else to interfere with his plans. Nick Fury had been even worse in the past, and Agent Coulson believed he could endure it.
Out of respect for the hostage role he was about to play, he felt it necessary to ask where they were going. "Los Angeles." Before he could ask, the passenger in the front seat openly revealed his ability to read thoughts. "The metropolitan area. Gabe Reyes."
"He's a good kid." Agent Coulson secretly tensed his back. "You're not going to play some cheap trick, are you?"
The gaze cast through the rearview mirror was quite calm, but Agent Coulson could still see a trace of contempt in it. "I know you've used kidnapping before, but don't project your own methods onto others. We're going to Los Angeles only because Robbie Reyes will be looking for his blood relatives. That's all."
"As far as I know, you once took Robbie Reyes away, and it seems you made some kind of contract with him."
Saying that was equivalent to admitting he had once been in contact with Robbie Reyes and with the Darkhold. Interrogation was not simply about demanding information from the other party. The interrogator should appropriately offer information to stimulate the subject's mind, using inducement to obtain intelligence. This had been the subject of Agent Coulson's first lesson shortly after joining S.H.I.E.L.D. after high school graduation, and over the years, it had long become an instinctive part of his work.
The passenger in the front seat did not care about the information Coulson had revealed, as if he had known about it all along. Still, he gave Agent