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I wasn’t allowed any phone calls, either, or access to a lawyer.
I expected that, too. After all, I was dealing with a spy agency. They didn’t have to play by the rules everybody else did.
On the plus side, I got three meals a day served to my room on a tray. The food wasn’t terrible.
Actually, I was used to gourmet Italian food at Dario’s house, and now I was eating British food – so it was kind of terrible by comparison. But at least it was better than the chow hall at San Vittore.
I was given a prison-like jumpsuit to wear when they took my suit. They even allowed me to shower in a separate bathroom, albeit under armed guard.
Every day, a new person came in to grill me about my connection to Alistair.
I was just happy they didn’t use any ‘enhanced interrogation techniques.’ I mean, I was at a black site. However, they treated me well.
They always asked the same questions, just phrased slightly differently. And they kept circling back to minor details I’d already told them. They were trying to trip me up to see if I was ever inconsistent.
I was honest about everything… although when they asked about Dario and his brothers, I said I was ‘head of security for a wealthy Italian family.’
They didn’t ask too much about that, though. They stuck almost exclusively to Alistair.
The ordeal went on for roughly 14 days. Since I had no clock and no window to see any outside light, I wasn’t sure if I was exactly right about the days – but the meals seemed to come at regular intervals, so I used them to gauge time.
I daydreamed a lot about Rachel. About how thankful I was that the truth had come out and that we were back together again.
I also spent a lot of time thinking about how to handle things with her once I got out of the black site.
I thought about Dario and his brothers, too. I worried about them – especially about what Fausto and Aurelio were up to. I wondered what was happening with Massimo and the woman he’d saved in Venice. Last I’d heard, they were going into hiding – but that had been almost three weeks ago.
I did calisthenics and bodyweight exercises to keep me occupied since there wasn’t anything else to do. Nobody gave me so much as a magazine or a book – much less a television – so I slept when I got bored.
I slept a lot.
That was my life for two weeks: wake up… breakfast… exercise… lunch… get interrogated… nap… exercise… dinner… go to sleep.
I felt like I was back in a much quieter, much cleaner, much lonelier version of San Vittore.
If only I’d had Dario around to talk to. That would have made the time pass much faster.
And then… on the 14th day… something changed.
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Rachel
They put me in a detention room in the MI6 building. At least they didn’t move me off-site like they did Lars.
I felt like shit about what they’d done to him, and I was furious with Sean for betraying me. As soon as I saw my old coworker, I resolved to rip him a new asshole – and let him know that if he didn’t get Lars released, there were going to be some extremely inconvenient facts revealed about his and my business partnership.
However, the next people I saw were the Director of MI6 and three other department heads. Sean wasn’t among them.
They questioned me for hours until I was nodding off from exhaustion. They left and let me go to sleep – and then the whole ordeal started over again the next morning.
They questioned me about my connection to Lars…
My relationship with Alistair…
What he had done before we were engaged…
What he’d done while we were engaged…
