“IT SHOULDN’T TAKE LONG NOW,” Cynthia said to Agent Rodrigo Ochoa. She tapped on the large flat panel display. It showed a split view: on the left a close up of Sandra Tomek’s trembling lips and facial features, and on the right a wide angle view of the interrogation room. Ochoa stood there, arms folded […]

Though long gone, the zip ties still dug into her wrists. No matter how much Sandra rubbed at the pink bruises, she felt the hard plastic cutting off her circulation. No longer asleep, her hands still tingled from the onrush of blood. And she was shivering. The air conditioning in the interrogation room had to […]

SANDRA TOMEK WAS HOLDING A GUN when the SWAT team busted through her front door. She didn’t think much of the noise. Not at first. It was all in her head, after all, coming through the thickly padded noise-cancelling headphones attached to her surround-vision visor. The sound was pounding it, too, bass-thumping techno-beat and all. […]