Twenty-fiveInside a small, airless room, they placed Claire behind a table, deliberately positioned tight against the far wall, and the two Silencers sat and watched. She squirmed beneath their intense gaze, not daring to meet eyes hidden behind the black lenses of sunglasses.
“Tell me, Claire,” said the first, leaning forward, smiling, “why did you run from the rail station?”
She frowned. “I—”
“Before you answer,” interjected the second, “I urge you to tell us the truth, Claire. The consequences of lying are too terrible to contemplate.”
“Valid point, Mr. Sullivan.”
Sullivan smiled at his colleague. “Thank you, Mr. Tennyson. I'm always here to give guidance where I deem it necessary.” He turned to Claire. “You were about to say…?”
“Paul said we needed to go; he had an appointment wi
