The number itself surprised him, even though he knew Space Traffic had more interrogation rooms than all of the other Armstrong authorities combined. Space Traffic handled everything from contraband materials to contraband humans. It was the first line of defense against alien governments trying to snatch someone without going through the proper procedures.More red flags went through Space Traffic than anywhere else on the Moon. Not only did Space Traffic have a lot of interrogation rooms, it had a corresponding number of holding cells, ostensibly to hold anyone—or anything— until it/he/she/they got transported off the Moon again.He hadn’t been in the Interrogation Center before. He was surprised at how clean it looked, and then realized why. White walls, bright white lights, white floors, white tables, white ceilings. The Interrogation Center was designed to unnerve, and it did—even the interrogators.Before he came in here, he had briefly spoken to Murray. Murray had explained how the Interrogation Center worked, and why it was better to keep Palmette here than it was to take her to Armstrong Police Headquarters.Nyquist preferred familiar surroundings—he was already off-balance today—but he listened to Murray.
