Chapter 6 - The Interrogator’s Mirror-6
Six months later.
The air inside the interrogation room at the Federal Building in downtown Boston was crisp, smelling faintly of institutional floor wax, leather chairs, and the quiet, crushing weight of absolute justice. The room was a stark, sterile cube of white concrete and brushed steel, dominated by a massive, one-way mirror that took up an entire wall.
Patricia Dennis—now legally processed under her birth name, Patricia Dennis, and stripped of every corporate asset line she had stolen over four years—sat on the opposite side of the steel table.
She wore a bright orange inmate jumpsuit, her wrists and ankles secured to the floor anchors by heavy steel chains that clinked dismally against the concrete floorboards with every minor movement. Her perfectly styled high-society chignon was an uneven, short crop of graying strands; her face was gaunt and heavily scarred from the concussive thermal burns of the electrical explosion at the Stamford vault. The arrogant, confident partner who had dominated the fundraisers of Greenwich had completely vanished, replaced by a jagged, bitter sneer of pure, desperate defeat.
I stood behind the one-way mirror in the observation room, my arms crossed over my tailored gray civilian wool suit jacket, my gray eyes fixed on the monitor displaying her vitals. Beside me stood Special Agent Harris from the FBI’s Public Corruption Division, a sharp woman whose face carried the quiet satisfaction of a long investigation finally finalized.
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"She hasn't spoken a single word to her defense team since the grand jury signed the indictments last week," Agent Harris said, turning a page on her digital tablet. "She refused medical treatment beyond the basic clinic dressings. She just sits there, staring at the concrete door like she’s waiting for a message from Cyprus."
"The Cyprus pipeline is completely dead, Harris," I said, my voice completely calm, devoid of any anger or hatred. I looked at her through the glass with a cold, clinical detachment that I knew would infuriate her more than any scream or tear. "The federal receivership completed the asset liquidation process on her personal real estate portfolio yesterday afternoon. Every dollar of the frozen eighty-five million dollars has been officially channeled into a non-revocable charitable endowment—The Martina and Daniela Winters Foundation for Child Security and Forensic Advocacy."
