He watched the small monitor as Bates led the Arabic man into the small cell-like interview room, two other officers flanking him. He was tall, well built, and confident. Even in this situation, he looked calm, cool, controlled. Pritchard only hoped that it boded well for them all. He took a final sip of his tea before walking to the interview room. “Mr. Qadri, I’m John Pritchard.” He dropped a file onto the table between them and sat down. “Mr. Bates tells me that you have some information that may be of interest to us.” “I want protection for my family.” He slid a scrap of paper onto the table. “When I know they are safe, I will tell you everything I know about Balor.” “I can’t possibly take your family into protective custody without knowing what you have to offer.” Qadri stood. “Then we are done, Mr. Pritchard.” He took two steps toward the door. “Wait. Tell me what it’s regarding and I’ll see what I can do.” “I am not here to play games, Mr. Pritchard.
