Page 91 of Samson

When blackness met him, he blinked and lifted his hand to his face, but there was nothing.

He felt along the wall, following it around until he found the frame of the door. He thumped his fist on it.

“What do you want from me!” He banged harder. “Why don’t you just kill me!”

When he didn’t get a response, he sank to the floor and crawled to the wall, resting his forehead against it, and wept, his mind falling into a black hole of grief.

Delilah squeezed her forehead and tried to pace her breathing. Hyperventilating wouldn’t help her, and she wanted a clear head if she got the opportunity to speak to Agent Trevors, although she doubted they believed he even existed.

They’d left her alone in the interrogation room after she’d refused to speak to anyone but him, but she was pretty sure they thought she was crazy.

The door opened, and she didn’t bother to look up.

“Delilah Rossi?”

“I haven’t changed my mind. I already told you guys, I won’t speak to anyone but Agent Trevors.”

The man shut the door and walked to the table, sitting across from her. “Then you’re in luck.”

Her head shot up, and she recognized him as the man who’d sat with Samson at the restaurant. “They found you.”

“I’ve been told you have information about Samson?”

She started crying and couldn’t stop the tears. She didn’t know if it was relief or something else. “I’m sorry,” she said as she tried to calm herself. “I didn’t think they believed me.”

“They didn’t. They were following up so they could tell you there was no Agent Trevors. Detective Hall apologized for wasting my time until I told him you were probably telling the truth.”

She brushed the tears off her face and wiped her nose on her sleeve. “Thank you for coming.”

“It sounds like you’ve been through quite an ordeal. The detective told me you said they killed Samson.”

“They did.” She pressed her lips together to stop more tears.

“The detective also said you mentioned a man named Marc Rubin.”

“Yeah. But he wasn’t the one in charge.”

“Do you know who was?”

“He was a man I’ve never seen before, but he knew Samson. He said his name, but I don’t remember it.”

Trevors pulled a photo from his briefcase and laid it in front of her. “Was this him?”

She lurched forward in her chair, grabbing the photo. “Yeah. That’s him. You know who he is?”

“His name’s Burak Demir.”

“Yes. That’s it. That’s what he said.”

“Samson was investigating him. Both he and Marc are involved in some pretty nasty stuff. Are you sure Samson’s dead?”

“I didn’t see it. They took him to the back. He was going crazy because Burak said he was going to kill Riley. Samson tried tostop him, but he was cuffed. That’s why they took Riley, because they needed him to come of his own free will.”

“Hold on. Slow down a second.”

“Sorry, there’s just so much that’s happened.”

“How’d they find out about Riley? Everyone thought she was dead. I didn’t even know she survived the crash until today.”

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