CHAPTER TWENTY
Ilse stood outside the interrogation room. Sawyer waited next to her, eyeing her beneath the brim of his cap. "You okay?" he said, pausing long enough to study her. He seemed to have calmed somewhat since leaving the hotel. Every so often, he frowned at the bruise on her chin, but even this was now lessening in degree.
She glanced through the window in the door, studying the two figures sitting at the metal desk. The same location where they had interviewed Mr. Whitney, but these folks had come voluntarily.
“Are the locals heading out?” she murmured.
Sawyer nodded
"They were okay meeting us here?" Ilse said in nearly a whisper.
Sawyer shrugged. "Looks like it.”
"Did you tell them we could meet at their house?"
"They were eager to help."
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