Chapter Thirty-Six
Erik and Jia sat at a table in an interrogation room in a police station attached to the spaceport. They’d been there for several hours, giving their statements.
After the local police conducted their interviews, they told the detectives to wait for a CID representative.
From what they had heard, there had been only a few minor injuries upon landing, mostly to the terrorists. No one had bothered to strap them into their seats, but no other passengers had died. Their first aid, combined with the passengers’ efforts, kept the first security guard alive long enough to be taken to the hospital, but the others were DOA.
The interrogation room door slid open, and a huge Asian man with dark buzz-cut hair strolled in. His suit strained over his muscular form. He settled in t
