FORTY-ONE
The next morning saw a blood-red sunrise. It hadn't taken long for the news of the chief's arrest to be all over the media and tabloids. He’d wanted his face all over the media, and now he’d gotten it.
The chief sat in an interrogation cell. In fact, he had sat there for quite some time. He knew this trick well and what it was meant to do; he had done it so many times before, but never in such an elaborate place. He sat back and waited.
The chief was bathed in shadows; he was little more than a silhouette, but the white of his eyes and teeth stood out like the Cheshire cat, waiting to appear.He glanced over at the sound of a loud click. The door was being unlocked. Metal hinges squealed as the heavy door swung open. Then … Steel walked in.The room was dimly lit to give it a mo
