American Chimera – 17.1

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“Where am I?”

The interrogator pointed to the chaise lounge in the interrogation room and crossed her legs. “I’m sorry you’ve been locked in a cell for more than a week. Sit down – you might be going home soon.”

The blonde boy, an older high school student, warily stepped over to the lounge chair. He rubbed his arms and looked to the ceiling where only a few of the plentiful lights were on. “Am I dead?”

“No. You’re in a special facility in northern Nevada. We just need to ask you a few questions, then we can start sending you home. Sit.” She opened up her tablet.

The boy sat on the chair and started to kick his feet up, then thought better of it. “Should I take off my shoes first?”

“The chair is cleaned after every visitor. It doesn’t matter, as long as you’re comfortable.”

He looked to the door, squeezed his feet out of the canvas sneakers, and put sock feet up on the chair. “Just in case you’re lying to me.”

“Of course.” The interrogator looked to her tablet once more. “So, Brad Roten. I have your name here on a shortlist of candidates that are likely eligible for release. In order to do that, though, I need you to answer my questions truthfully and sign a few papers. Do you think you can do that for me?”

He shrugged. “I guess.”

“I need you to tell me everything you know about Daenerys Huffman.”

He squinted his eyes, pursed his lips, and put a finger to his chin. After a nod, he answered, “Ok. I think I know the answer to this question.”

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