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I sit in a cold metal chair in an investigation room, watching the minutes tick by on the rusty grey decade-long aged wall-clock, wondering how much longer I must wait.
It's a black and grey interior cabin, nothing specifically eye catching. A table, a rolling chair and two folded chair on each side of the table. A hanging lamplight from the celling is the only source of light here.
اوووه! هذه الصورة لا تتبع إرشادات المحتوى الخاصة بنا. لمتابعة النشر، يرجى إزالتها أو تحميل صورة أخرى.
Finally, the door at the end of the room swings open, and a man in a sharp suit enters, flashing an FBI badge. I tilt my head up to see him as I stand up as he comes closer to the light.
اوووه! هذه الصورة لا تتبع إرشادات المحتوى الخاصة بنا. لمتابعة النشر، يرجى إزالتها أو تحميل صورة أخرى.
It's the Lay Zhang.
The anxiety that I should've felt before is rising up now. I know I wouldn't be able to stay totally calm and composed, but I'm gonna give my best shot. I just hope it isn't visible on my face.
I don't know about me but he has a straight poker face on when he says in ice cold voice, "Special Agent Lay Zhang, FBI. And you're.."
"Niki. Nikita Khan," I state, trying my best to state my words clearly.
He runs through the pages on the documents in his hand and nods in confirmation, "Right. So, Niki, I'm hoping you can answer some questions. Sit down."
I sit back on my chair. He sits after me, flipping open a heavy folder full of photos. One of the inside of a wooden cabin, the other of a blood-soaked knife and also one of a dead man lying on a yacht.
اوووه! هذه الصورة لا تتبع إرشادات المحتوى الخاصة بنا. لمتابعة النشر، يرجى إزالتها أو تحميل صورة أخرى.
