CHAPTER TWENTY
Riley stood with Bill looking through the two-way mirror into the CID’s interrogation room. Inside the small, brightly lit room, Lucy was questioning Omar Shaheed. The prisoner was manacled to a table and Lucy sat facing him from the other side. Riley could see the young agent scanning the prisoner’s face, watching for any response to her words.
“She’s doing good work in there,” Bill said.
“She sure is,” Riley said. “She’s always been good at this kind of thing.”
Riley was glad that she’d arranged for Lucy to take the first crack at interrogating Shaheed. She hadn’t drawn any information out of him yet, but she was just getting started.
In fact, Lucy’s interrogation techniques were quite exceptional. All alone, she was managing to alternate between “bad cop” and “good c
