Falkner sat in a tiny grey room. It was furnished with a metal table, two chairs, and a two-way mirror. Microphones and cameras were in the corners of the room to pick up every twitch and every whisper.
Falkner was starting to sweat. He rubbed his clammy hands on his trousers and wiped his brow on his sleeve.
They had thrown him in there an hour ago with only a cup of water and a simple order. ‘Sit down, shut up, and don’t move.’ Falkner obeyed, but he needed the bathroom and was afraid to ask. He’d been in situations before and had just laughed them off, but this was serious. He couldn’t call a lawyer because he was not under arrest for his protection, yet they treated him like a criminal.
Falkner looked at the empty clear plastic cup from the water cooler. He thought about using it to
