The Angel Of Death (The Soul Summoner Book 3) - Plot & Excerpts
“Please state your last name.” My wrists ached from where they’d just removed the handcuffs. I rubbed the red marks left behind. “Jordan.” Agent Silvers looked up from the paper. “And your first name?” I looked at her in disbelief. “You know my name.” “This is procedural, Ms. Jordan. Please answer the question.” “My first name is Sloan.” “Middle name?” “Bridgett.” “Can you spell that please?” “B-R-I-D-G-E-T-T.” “Date of birth?” “January 24th, 1986.” We went through a list of procedural information before Agent Silvers let me go to the bathroom and get some water. I’d cried the entire drive in the back of the unmarked car, until I realized they weren’t taking me to jail as I’d assumed. I had driven past the stone and glass building on Patton Avenue a thousand times but had never been inside. Little did I know the FBI field office was housed there. When we came back into the interrogation room, someone else, a man who looked like he might play golf with my dad, stared at me from across the table.
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