Chapter Sixteen
Willemstad, Curaçao, Dutch Antilles
Tom’s body lay in the cruiser but his unconscious mind was back in Scotland. The trauma to his head had taken him back to his SAS selection, and the interrogation exercise.
His forehead ached where he had leaned against the wall for several hours. His captors knew how to stress him mentally and physically. He was cold, tired, and hungry. He’d been leaning forever against the wall with his hands tied behind his back. A cloth bag covered his head and blocked his senses. Somewhere deep in his subconscious, Tom knew that this was his final test, but it felt all too real.
For three days, he had evaded the pursuing troops before giving himself up at the rendezvous point. Now the interrogators were having their way with him. They’d stripped
