Klaus slammed the door shut, and his deliberate movement jolted the prisoner out of his stupor in the iron chair. Peter struggled to open his red and swollen eyes, looking around alertly for the source of the sound.
"Your name is Peter, isn't it?" Klaus walked slowly towards the prisoner and dimmed the lamp overhead, plunging the room into instant shadows.
The prisoner, Peter, peered up at Klaus and said weakly, "I've told you everything I know. What else do you want from me?"
"I've reviewed your file," Klaus replied, pulling a chair and sitting down in front of the prisoner. He scrutinized Peter through his sunglasses. "You used to be a member of the royal special forces. I've heard you excelled in training and were even rewarded."
Peter lifted his head and squinted at Klaus. "That's all in the past now."
"Did you carry out the bombing in the square?"
