Chapter 8Sam took a long swig from a second plastic beaker of the warm, metallic-tasting water, eyeing the inspector over the rim. His seemingly tall-tale had taken over an hour to tell, but to his surprise the inspector hadn't interrupted once, just sat there, silently; not seeming judgmental but in an unsettling manner which made it impossible to read just how he was taking it all. If this guy could remain as stony faced during a game of cards, he wasn't the kind of opponent Sam would want to face. The only words to pass his lips during the whole story had been the occasional 'I see', and 'Huhhm'.
“That's quite a story, Monsieur Becker.” Inspector Ackhart finally announced, with more than a hint of doubt in his voice. Sam wasn't sure what he'd expected; he wouldn't have been surprised i
