28 Epilogue

Staring at himself in the mirror, the man who was cuffed to the chair he was sitting in, smiled at his reflection. He knew very well there were people stoically watching him on the other side of the mirror. His attention diverted to the door of the interrogation room he found himself in. He watched as a woman in a maroon-pants suit with a matching headscarf walked in.

He felt his smile widen at the Specialist who had just walked in and said, “Ah! They decided to send me the prettiest Specialist, I see. I am very honoured that you took the time out of your busy schedule to fit me in, Iman.”

The woman, Iman, didn’t acknowledge the man at all. She looked extremely bored as she made her way to the seat opposite of the man. She placed the folder she was carrying in her hands on the table in front of her before she sighed and looked at her wristwatch. She gave the bright, fluorescent light on the ceiling an annoyed look before sighing again.