Chapter 17
It was a cold, sterile room, typical of all government buildings, with stark white paint, a cold metal table, a few token paintings of judges who'd been dead for decades, and what had to be the world's most uncomfortable chairs. I sat in numb silence, shivering from the air conditioner which kept the stale, musty scent of fear at bay, wondering if Adam would be able to break away from his legal team long enough to see me.
At last the door opened and Adam walked in, the man who'd just received a bullet in the heart. His face was twisted into a look you see when an astronaut has been strapped into a G-force machine and spun around the centrifuge until he pukes. He walked shakily to the metal table, a proud man who'd just his dignity publically stripped away. Cuckolded. The ultim
