Chapter 73

Sirch pursed his lips. “Certainly.”

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“What was so important I couldn’t go back inside with the others?” I asked after the interview was over. Sirch and I remained seated on one of the couches inside the pavilion.

The reporter was gone, which meant I didn’t have to worry about superficial politeness. This was the man who killed my parents, which meant I would have rather eaten food off the ground than be kind to Sirch.

He drummed his fingers on his knees. “Prisoners mysteriously vanished from a prison in Gangoria. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about it, would you?”

I would’ve been damned if I told Sirch the truth.

“I think prison is too kind of a word,” I said.

“Excuse me?”

“There are whispers about detention camps.”

He gasped. “I’d be very careful if I were you.”