Lieutenant Mavros gestured for the newcomer to be seated. Geoffrey crossed to the last empty chair and sat down, while the officers escorting him were dismissed with a single thrust of the Lieutenant's chin. They scurried from the room, no doubt relieved to escape their superior's poorly concealed wrath. "Good." The word was almost a growl. "Now that you are here, Mr. Redfield, we can begin." The Lieutenant settled back in his seat and his angry blue gaze swept the semi-circle of chairs gathered around his desk. "Before we begin our discussion," he said, "I would like an account of how each of you spent the night, and where you were at approximately six-thirty this morning." Demetra began to protest, but was quickly silenced by her brother, who sat next to her. Meanwhile Robert, seated to Spiro's left, gravely inquired, "Do I gather, Lieutenant, that you suspect one of us of having engineered Michael's disappearance?" "At this point, I have no evidence to suggest such a thing, which is why we are discussing the matter informally. However, if I learn one of you has lied to me," his gaze swept past each of us in turn, “then our next interview will be considerably different. Mr.
