"Aw. I'd never let a pretty boy like you die so easily," Cheon said encouragingly, running a hand along the side of Sam's face. He said something to the men again and they began wrenching Sam's hands behind him, cuffing them together. "You have entirely too much trust in the system, DI Tyler. Men like me get away with things all the time, every day. It's sad, isn't it?"

He grinned and grabbed Sam's hair to pull his head back so he could meet his eyes. "Ah. It's already working. Are you scared, detective? You should be."