Memorial Day
Chapter One
Prelude
Mitch Rapp stared through the one-way mirror
into the dank, subterranean cement chamber. A
man, clothed in nothing more than a pair of
underwear, sat handcuffed to a small,
ridiculously uncomfortable-looking chair. A
naked lightbulb hung from the ceiling, dangling
only a foot or so above him. The stark glare of
the light combined with his state of near total
exhaustion, caused the man's head to droop
forward, leaving his chin resting on his chest.
He was dangerously close to losing his balance
and toppling over, which was exactly what they
wanted.
Rapp checked his watch. He was running out of
time and patience. He'd just as soon shoot this
piece of human refuse and get it over with, but
the present situation was more complicated than
that. He needed the man to talk, that was the
point of this endeavor. They all talked
eventually, of course, that wasn't the problem.
The trick was to get them to tell you the truth.
This one was no exception. So far he was
sticking to his story, a story Rapp knew to be
an outright lie.
The CIA counterterrorism operative hated coming
to this place. It literally made his skin c ... read full excerpt from: Memorial Day ebook
