Tom paced around the cold interrogation room. He wasn’t there to answer questions.
He was dead if they caught him. He knew too much. He had seen the tattoo and could identify it.
What he had witnessed gave him nightmares. He didn’t know you could do that to a man.
Now, he knew he was in safe hands in a room with no red light. Only Chief Inspector Hill knew he was here.
He heard heavy footsteps approaching the door. He was relieved to see Hill enter the room.
Hill’s pristine white sleeve rolled up to reveal a tattoo he recognized.