CHAPTER 16
Jeff rested his forehead on the cool, stainless steel of the tabletop. It did nothing to calm his nerves no matter how much he willed it to do so. Days? Weeks? How long had he been here? He couldn’t tell. Sometimes when they woke him it felt like an hour after he’d gone to sleep. Other times, unable to sleep, he’d listened to nothing for hours before they came for him.
There were two places. A narrow, sound-proofed cell where he ate his meals, slept on a bare cot, without pillow or blanket, and used the airline-style toilet, real right down to the sucking air and blue whatever it was. No sound, no vibration entered the cell. And then this place. A twelve-by-twelve foot cinder-block room where his interrogations took place. No mirrored walls. No obvious cameras. Just a four-by-
