Chapter Twenty-Seven
October 4, 2228, Central Florida Metroplex, Police Enforcement Zone 78, Detention Center, Interrogation Room 4
Jeanne Caron sat behind the table, her wrists, bound together with a thick tie, resting on the top. The interrogation room had standard featureless white walls, the cameras and sensors all concealed. Without special equipment, there was no way she could use the table as a weapon, although the chairs presented a minor threat.
Jia looked her up and down, reflecting that Jeanne wasn’t much older than she was.
The terrorist was the sick mirror of a police officer. Both worried about problems in society, but they came to very different conclusions about how to best address those.
An arrogant smirk decorated the terrorist’s face. Jia’s heart rate kicked up at t
