Federal Plaza.
Thirty-seventh floor.
An interrogation room with no windows.
Two people sat across from me.
The agent from the estate, and a gray-haired man in gold-rimmed glasses whom I had never seen before.
“I’m Deputy Director Morrison.”
“This is about the facility in Connecticut three years ago. Code name: Area A.”
“An illegal underground organization that purchased people and used them for human experimentation.”
“You were one of its subjects.”
“A-17.”
“Yes.”
“Three years ago, after you escaped, the first thing you did was burn it down.”
“Why?”
“Because A-03 died.”
“And because I didn’t want anyone else to go through what I went through.”
“You killed every staff member there. How many?”
“Forty-seven.”
“I found them one by one.”
“Why?”
“Because they bought people, lo
