The holding cell they had given “Blue” had a bed, a table and several chairs. The man sat on his soft mattress, now dressed in track pants and a sweater. He was doubled up with his knees apart, staring morosely at the floor between his feet.
Leaning against the wall with her arms folded, Anna observed him for a moment. She wasn’t exactly sure how to begin. She had never liked doing interrogations. That had been Jack’s thing. But they had decided that these two losers would be more responsive talking to the person who hadn’t beaten them up. So, she was in here while Jack had a long talk with Mr. Black.
hadn’tFretting about how to begin was a waste of energy. She couldn’t do anything until Blue’s lawyer got here. So, she waited in silence.
Five minutes later, the door slid open and a tall
