Chapter 60: Pawn Sacrifice

I shifted uncomfortably in my chair. The cold metal of the handcuffs was pressing on my skin, slowing down blood circulation. The tips of my fingers were already asleep.

'That was... uh... a few days after you showed me his photo. So, early winter? He approached me on the street, late at night. Before then, I had no idea of who he was nor have I ever seen him.'

Mitchel clenched his fists.

'And how did this meeting go?'

'How do you think? I was really spooked. It's not everyday that you bump into a Diseased wraith. Especially not one looking that... demented. He's not like in the photo you showed me anymore, you know? I got away from him as fast as I could.'

He slammed his fist on the table.

'You knew that he's a person of interest and that he has the Disease, yet you chose not to disclose it to the Agency! Any one of these two violations is enough to end you, bastard!'

I just stared at him.