In a dark abandoned warehouse right outside of Washington DC behind a one-way mirror that was a piece of glass on the warehouse side but seen through like a window from the other side, Robert and George Robinson stood in the backroom near one traveling handbag and a couple of passports. The father and the son were looking coldly at the man on the other side, he was tied up to a chair in the middle of the nasty-smelling place.
Depending on the level of coercion used, a forced confession is not valid in revealing the truth. But this case was different. The man being interrogated right now was a trained x-military veteran, which might prove challenging for the Robinsons today. And they were in a hurry. Challenges right now were the last thing they wanted to deal with.
Robert pressed a button on his communication device, "Wake him up," Robert's voice was ice cold.
