I inhaled a deep breath and forced myself to look up into his cold eyes, speaking quietly and firmly. “I don't know what you want from me. I don't have a clue about what you're saying. I have nothing I could tell you.”
Armstrong was furious as he launched himself from the armchair. I squeezed my eyes shut, convinced he was going to hit me, but instead he wrenched me up from the chair, his grip unyielding around my wrist.
He dragged me unceremoniously from the room, along the hallway and back down the stairs. He flung open the metal door and pushed me into the concrete cell. I stumbled and fell, hitting my shoulder and hip hard against the unforgiving floor.
“You will tell me everything you know. You can be absolutely sure of it,” he shouted angrily.
The door slammed and I heard the key
