We use cookies
When you visit our website, if you give your consent, we will use cookies to allow us to collect data for aggregated statistics to improve our service and remember your choice for future visits. Cookie Policy & Privacy Policy
Dear Reader, we use the permissions associated with cookies to keep our website running smoothly and to provide you with personalized content that better meets your needs and ensure the best reading experience. At any time, you can change your permissions for the cookie settings below.
If you would like to learn more about our Cookie, you can click on Privacy Policy.
Your cookies settings
Strictly cookie settingsAlways Active
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN Remi discovered that interrogation rooms in French police stations were almost exactly the same as those in American police stations. They had the same bare concrete interiors, the same metal desk and chairs bolted to the floor, the same security cameras, and the same one-way mirror along one wall. The difference this time was that she was on the interesting side of that one-way mirror, not stuck in the observation room. She wasn’t simply watching the interrogation; she got to be part of it. She and Torsson sat opposite Jean-Baptiste Gagneux, who sat slumped and sullen, handcuffed to his chair. Daniel paced back and forth behind him. For a moment, everyone was silent. Remi felt the actual law officers should take the lead. Torsson had done nothing except bring Gagneu
- Writer
- chap_listContents
- likeADD
