Wednesday 1145 Washington DC
(1645 London)
“For the last time, I have nothing to say!” Daniel Reid glared at John Windsor who sat opposite him in an interrogation room in the D.C. Central Cellblock.
John nodded at the guard. “The charges, please.”
The guard began to read; “shooting at a police officer, attempted murder, and deprivation of liberty.”
“Do you understand those charges?” John asked Daniel.
“Do you understand I have nothing to say?” Daniel continued in his British accent. “I’ve heard the charges before.”
“Play the tough guy all you like, Mr. Reid, it’s your neck on the line.”
“My neck? You fly me back here from Nevada to read the same charges to me, lock me up in the same size cell and refuse to release me. What’s the point?”
“Convenience. I didn’t want to travel to Nev
