Becky passed her a hot sandwich and she smiled grateful and tore open the foil wrapping. One thing she had to admit was that the food at BlackWater was incomparable. It was like they had a Michelin star chef inhouse and constantly beavering away.
She took a bite of her croque monsieur and stared back down at the room below. It had been days now, literal days. Grant was still sitting there, still silent, looking as smug as ever and the two Interrogators were there, trying every trick up their sleeve but still getting nowhere.
They’d gone away, slept and showered, and come back and still the scene was the same. The Interrogators might have switched for two new ones and then back again but everything else was a repeat.
“He’s not quite Cole is he?” Becky said and Maddie laughed shocked.
“Why are you comparing them?” She said.
Becky shrugged. “You slept with them both. Just trying to figure out if you have a type.”
Maddie laughed. “If arsehole is a type…”
“Yeah you didn’t go for similar looks.”
Maddie raised an eyebrow. “Meaning?”
“Well Grant is mousy haired, muscly, I’ll give you that but he’s not even close to the dark, delicious Cole is he?” Becky said.
“Don’t let Cole hear you say that. You’ll inflate his ego even more.” Maddie stated. “How long can we hold him for?” She added trying to change the subject and Becky smirked.
“As long as we want.” She said.
“Seriously?” Maddie said.
“Yep. We don’t have to abide by policing regulations and as this is a matter of national security we get free reign.” Becky stated.
“Jesus.” Maddie muttered half relieved half impressed by the powers that BlackWater seemed to have.
“You didn’t have that at Homewell?” Becky asked.
“Nope. We had to do everything by the book. Everything had to be admissible in a court of law although technically I never worked anything close to this. I worked Serious Crime, high level criminals not spies.” Maddie replied.
Becky smirked again. “Welcome to the Funhouse then.”
“The Funhouse?”
“That’s what we nickname this place. The interrogation site.” Becky said grinning.
Maddie laughed before taking another bite of her food and looking back down at Grant again. It didn’t feel like the Funhouse right now, it felt frustrating, infuriating and worst of all it still felt like Grant was playing a game, spinning them all along and she was more than sick of it.
The Interrogator on the left asked a question and Grant laughed. Maddie shook her head. He was enjoying it. Enjoying winding them up.
The Interrogator slammed his fist hard onto the table and Grant didn’t even respond. He just stared right back.
They both glanced up then. Both Interrogators. Both looking up at the glass, looking to where they knew Brandon was standing even if they couldn’t see him.
He sighed before shaking his head slightly.
“You’re up.” He said and Maddie frowned as if she hadn’t quite heard him right.
“Go.” He ordered.
“But…” She replied thinking instantly to what Cole would say, how he would react. It wasn’t that she didn’t want too, hell she was itching to get in there but she knew he’d be furious, more than that, he’d be bloody raging if he found out and she knew he would, maybe not today, but he would know and then she would have to deal with his wrath.
Brandon gave her a hard look and she nodded, folding the foil round her sandwich and walking to the door, taking the same steps that Cole had taken all those months ago when she was sat there, covered in McCullough’s blood being treated like a criminal.
She opened the door, and all three of their eyes turned to her.
Grant grinned then. He actually fucking grinned.