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Zack was surprised by the level of relief he felt when the door of the cell swung open; he would not have thought himself susceptible to the psychological impact of being in a cell, especially when he had been there for such a relatively short time.
“Realised you’ve made a mistake and letting me go, are you?” Zack asked from the uncomfortable bed, where he had been mentally writing the next few pages of his novel.
“No, Mr Wild, you’re not being released,” Mitchell said, pleased to be able to disappoint him. “Your solicitor is here. If you’ll follow me, I’ll take you to the interview room, so you can talk to her.” It only took a few moments to get there. “Here you are, Mr Wild.” He ushered his suspect into the interview room. “I’ll be back in a quarter of an hour, so we can get this i
