Dangerous Games in the Interrogation Room

Damian Cross was known throughout the bureau as a tough nut to crack — no case ever landed on his desk without every truth being dragged into the light. He had faced down countless vicious criminals, but none had ever unsettled him the way Celeste Whitmore did. This young man before him carried a composure far beyond his years, and in those striking eyes lay secrets too deep to read. Three days of interrogation had yielded not a single useful sentence. Instead, Damian Cross found himself tossing and turning deep into every night — Celeste Whitmore was like a sly cat, always leaping away just as he was about to seize its tail, leaving behind only a smile that seemed to suggest everything and nothing. And today, for the first time, this cat-and-mouse game had shown its first crack.