Small RevelationsWilson took a sip from his coffee and nodded to Gilbert as the big bodyguard came into the room. “Well?”
Gilbert shifted his weight, shook his head, mouth turned down at the corners. “He hasn't said a word.”
“No matter.”
Wilson finished his drink and motioned for Gilbert to move forward. The two men walked down the narrow corridor to a set of steps that went deep into the bowels of the Interior Ministry. A guard stood outside one of the holding cells. He came to attention as Wilson approached. Wilson eased back the tiny hatch in the door and peered inside. Lester Steinmann sat on a small stool, trussed up with coarse rope lashed around his body. His naked torso, the skin hanging from his stick thin frame, appeared bruised and beaten. Not pretty. Effective.
“Go and get
