“No,” I insist. “Say what you want to say.”
His expression turns cold. “I needed him alive.”
“I just told you I didn’t mean to kill him.”
“And I’m supposed to believe you?”
I stare at him, trying to make sense of the accusation in his tone. One step forward, two steps back.
“You think I meant to take his life?”
“I needed answers from Sakamoto. Now, a key figure in the Astra Tyrannis hierarchy is dead. And dead men don’t talk much, in case you haven’t noticed.”
All the pieces click into place at once. “You still think I’m a spy, don’t you? You think I’m working for…”
His expression ripples and I realize that I’ve hit the nail on the head. I turn to the door and fumble around with the handle. It’s locked. I yank at the lock but it refuses to budge.
“Let me out,” I say. “Let me out!”
