“No, I didn’t!”
Vance keeps going in the same loop. Asking the same questions, over and over. He’s hoping I’ll trip myself up if he asks for the eleventh time whether I have ever received money I haven’t declared.
My eyes burn. My head is starting to throb at my temples. My mouth is dry, but I don’t ask him for water now.
The questions go on and on. I have no idea how long I’ve been in this chair, but my butt starts to go numb.
“These documents were found in your private bathroom, Dr. Keller.” He drops a stack of photocopies in front of me. “They have your fingerprints on them. The evidence we have is damning. It would be better if you cooperated. I can get your sentence reduced if you tell us what you know.”
“I don’t know anything.” My voice shakes.
He sighs. “Let’s take it from the top. Are you giving classified information to someone on the Mainland?”
I want to growl my frustration. More than anything, I want to cry…or scream.
I do neither.
“No,” I tell him. “I didn’t do this. I didn’t do any of it.”
“Have you ever owned or used a burner phone like this one?” He shows me the same picture.
My heart sinks.
I might end up being sentenced and going to prison.
I can’t believe this.
