A full hour passed before someone finally came into the interviewing room. The man was obviously stressed out and tired, the dark circles underneath his eyes the only true giveaway; his posture wreaked authority, and he had significantly sized muscles that probably scared more than a few criminals who'd come through.
"Hunter Drakes?"
Hunter eyed him coolly, giving a single nod as she recrossed her legs. "That's me."
Nodding, he took a seat across from her at the metal table, he clasped his large hands together.
"I'm sorry you've had to wait so long and that you were brought in here so abruptly. My name is Captain Kevin Maeven. I promise to get you through this in as timely a manner as possible; I just have a few questions I'd like to ask you." He laid his hand on the tape recorder on
