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Interrogation Room B, CNB Headquarters, Singapore, Sunday 3:28 PM
“Just help yourself then. Admit that Barbara Moore sold you drugs.” Amanda felt his hand caress her belly.
None of the men in the room noticed that Amanda’s right hand extended, fingers flat, like taking an oath.
“I can’t admit that. It never happened.”
“I am so sorry, girl. You have made a very foolish choice. Let me introduce Manuel Santiago.” A small older man leaned over Amanda from the opposite side as the Deputy. “Manuel came to Singapore in 1990 from Argentina, where he worked for the state security forces under a Coronel Manuel Rodríguez. When his talents were no longer wanted there, the Central Narcotics Bureau recognized his abilities and hired him as an interrogator. Everyone here calls him the “electrician.” You’ll soon learn why. Manuel, if you please.”
“Si, Diputado Williams,” said the little man in a thick South American accent. “I have taken the liberty to wire up many of the restraints to cover much of her body.” He said the word ‘body’ with a slight tightness in his voice. “With your aprobación, I will now attach the direct contacts, both externally and internally.”