was doing. He was silently consulting the unseen commanding officer standing in the dark observation room on the other side of the glass.
The silence stretched.
Ten seconds.
Twenty seconds.
The tension in the claustrophobic concrete box was thick enough to suffocate on.
Finally, Vance pushed his chair back.
The metal legs shrieked violently against the linoleum. He didn’t say a word. He walked to the heavy iron door, knocked twice, and waited for the deadbolt to disengage.
He stepped out.
Two minutes later, he returned.
He was carrying a
