“We were holding him,” she said, “in a private cell, in complete isolation. There were three guards at three separate checkpoints. To get to his cell, you had to pass through all three, and you needed both ID cards and access codes. That’s not counting what you needed to even get into the building.” Jessica stared at him. She was expecting the gravity of what she was saying to cause some kind of reaction.

“So how did it happen?” He didn’t really need to ask. But ...