Chapter 23 - Bailed out

Sydney

I cautiously peered about the small, confined room, which had cinder block walls painted in a hideous green and was only furnished with a scarred wooden table and two hefty wooden chairs. With a thundering creak, the massive metal door behind me opened, and in stepped my Interrogator, a man who was gigantic by anyone's standards. I kept my eyes downcast, knowing that if I looked at him, he'd see the terror in them.

"Now that you know why you're in here, don't you want to tell me everything and take the easy way out?" In a quiet but forceful tone, he inquired.

I narrated everything, then repeated it several times.

"We're looking into your claim, but the amount of cocaine was enormous. You'd have to stay in the holding cell." He stated.

I gave a