The interrogation room was cold.
Sienna sat in a metal chair at a metal table under fluorescent lights that made everything look washed out and lifeless.
Her hands were cuffed in front of her. Not because she was under arrest. Because it was procedure.
At least that's what the agent who put them on had said.
She'd been sitting here for three hours. Maybe four. Time had stopped meaning anything around the second hour when the questions started blurring together.
The door opened. Agent Chen walked in with a file folder and two cups of coffee. He set one in front of Sienna. "Black. No sugar. That okay?"
"I don't care." Her voice was hoarse from talking. From crying. From screaming at Julian in that bedroom before the FBI had separated them.
Chen sat down across from her. Opened the fo
