Chapter Twenty-Seven
Gleb locked the briefing room door. ‘You’re not leaving here until you provide us with answers.’
‘Answers for what?’ Hélio pulled on the plasticuffs that fastened his wrists to the armrests. ‘You don’t need to tie me up.’
‘We do.’ Ark stood near Hélio, arms folded. The fluorescent light cast dark shadows from Ark’s curly hair across his face.
Gleb took a seat opposite Hélio, the table between them. He sat with his back straight and his attention completely on the restrained young scientist.
‘Hélio, I would very much like to get to the bottom of this,’ Gleb said. ‘And I was hoping you could help me.’
Hélio shifted his arms under his bonds. ‘What do you want to know?’
Ark drew his knife and held it by his side. ‘Why don’t you tell us why you’re really here?’
‘I’m
