Even his physiological tells, which he was certain were being monitored by the device on the table, would tell that story. During the time between faking the death of his previous persona, the notorious and bloodthirsty pirate Jasper Cairak, and joining the navy eighteen months later, he’d taught himself hundreds of tricks to achieve this. He hadn’t had to use them in a long time, but he found they were coming back easily. Once again he felt the buzz of controlling an interview without letting on that he was.
In some ways there was even more was riding on this interrogation than the interviews when he’d been young and wanting to sign up with the navy. In others, there was less. Even if he was caught now, even if he gave away enough information to let them know he’d been involved in h
