CHAPTER 29: TRUTH
CIA Black Site
Unknown Location
10:00 AM
The interrogation room was small, windowless, uncomfortable. The walls were the color of old paper, the floor was concrete, the light was the flat, unforgiving light of a fluorescent tube that had been designed to illuminate the truth and nothing else. Farid Nazari sat in a chair that was bolted to the floor, his wrists cuffed, his face swollen from the fight, his eyes defiant, his body still, his breath steady.
He had been here for three days. He had been questioned by agents who had been trained to find the truth in the spaces between the words, the gestures, the silences that followed the questions that he could not answer. He had said nothing. He had sat in the chair, his hands still, his face calm, his eyes fixed on the w
