The Killing Files [antikvár]

Chapter 1Undisclosed confinement locationpresent dayIm ^i-'m: fr:(. IThe room is dark, damp. I camiot see properly. I have been f' caught, that much I know, but I am unsure by whom. The Project? MI5? Someone else? I don't know how I got here. I don't know how I am going to escape.I lift my head but it feels heavy, a loaded sack filled with potatoes. I inch it back. My breathing is hot, the air a woollen blanket on my face, thick and scratchy, and, as my sight begins to adjust to the dark, slowly, like a curtain being lifted on a stage, I start to see small slivers of solid items. Where am I?A room. I think that is what this is, but I am unsure. Then what? A cell? Prison confinement again? But I was found innocent. I am free, I tell myself. I am not guilty, have not killed anyone, yet even when I say the words to myself, for some reason, they don't seem right, instead feel out of place, a code reassembled in the middle.One breath, two. My eyes begin to adjust to the gloom and my sight registers small globules of shapes. The comer of a wall, the shard of a windowsnapshots only of a whole pic-