CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED and FOURTEEN
Friday morning — 9:45 a.m.
Uncomfortable, Rodney stood in the doorway of the interrogation room. His eyes flicked from corner to corner of the room. The color on the walls was different from the small room where he’d lost his entire life, but his nostrils picked up the same smell of desperation mixed with industrial cleaner. A bead of sweat dripped down his back. He took a breath and stepped into the room. He felt the tall blonde man step in behind him. As if to say he felt the same way about the room, the Agent touched his back.
Rodney glanced at the young man. The agent took off his dark glasses. In the Homeland Security Agent’s blue eyes, he saw the shadow of deep suffering. He nodded to acknowledge what he saw in the man.
“Let’s sit down,” Daniel White, the Reverend’s son, said.
The agent glanced at the lawyer.
“I’d prefer to stand,” Rodney said.
“Then we stand,” the agent said. “Colin Hargreaves, sir. General Hargreaves sends his best regards for a speedy resolution to this matter.”
Colin’s eyes flicked to the mirrored window. He’d said the words evenly, as if he was comforting Rodney. The movement of his eyes indicated the threat. General, once Senator, Hargreaves must have orchestrated the agent’s presence. For the first time since hearing Alvin wanted to take Yvonne, Rodney felt like there might be a slight chance she wouldn’t have to go.
Rodney pulled out a chair and sat down. His lawyer did the same. Colin put on his dark glasses and moved to the corner of the room.
They settled in to wait.
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow…
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