"Yes," I said. It was a barefaced lie. I was sure that the drug helped my face remain stoic and free of any signs of my lie slipping through.
She inched back before moving out of the room.
Benny was eyeing me curiously and I could tell that he was slowly losing patience. He had worked very hard to come in front of me in this manner. He was ready to test me and my pretending not to remember him or have no clue was thoroughly confusing him.
I could see it clearly in his eyes.
"Why did you do that?" he asked. I was impressed by the hint of fear in his voice. It was surely pretense, but at least he was trying.
"What do you mean?" I asked, blinking my eyes.
"My dad is high up in the police so I was trained in hostage situations," he said in a hurry. It was true, high ranking officials in the government and big businessmen often took classes on this subject so that they didn't get killed if a financially-motivated criminal took them hostage.
