Interrogated

SADIE

“Are you sure we are in the right place? That doesn’t look like an FBI building.” I looked at the three-story building through the window.

The car entered into a somewhat parking area. I was still shaking earlier. If it wasn’t for these two who assured me that Cenric was fine, I might have lost my freaking mind.

Linden opened the door. “This is the address in the text. Probably an FBI black site.”

I climbed down, rubbing my arms. The hair at ...