Chapter Thirteen
“Spider, you’re wanted in the interrogation room,” Simon said, peering at Mallory expectantly.
Mallory’s stomach lurched. “What? Why?”
He frowned. “I dunno. I’m just the tech guy, remember?”
Despite the turmoil she was in, she rolled her eyes. “You are not just the tech guy, Simon. Far from it. But I’m not getting into dishing out compliments right now, okay? Maybe later, when I’ve found out what’s going on.”
“All right. I’ll be waiting here, for my compliments.”
Shaking her head, she headed for the interrogation room, nausea building in her stomach with each subsequent step. She shoved her hands into her pockets to hide the simultaneous sweating and trembling. She didn’t know who was in there, but could make an educated guess. Nobody good, that was for sure. In fact
