They can scatter like cockroaches and pop up again anywhere, anytime, with
explosives. We need more and better info about them, and I think Hassan's going
to tell whatever he knows before the legal system gets him."
"A secret interrogation?"
Nodding, Cade said, "Very likely. Drugs, not torture. They're quicker, more
effective, and they don't leave marks."
"And you're okay with that?"
"In Hassan's case, yes. He was caught with a backpack full of plastic
explosive in a downtown Atlanta hotel and he was trying to get into a crowded
ballroom to set it off. I flatly don't give a rat's ass how they get the info
out of him. I also don't care whether the legal system gets him or not."
"What about Constitutional rights?"
Snorting a laugh, Cade said, "He was going to blow himself up, ma'am. His
rights would have ended anyway. This way we may find out where he got the
plastique, who funded the operation, who directed it, and more. If we turn him
over to the legal system before we question him, we can only be sure we'll get
his lawyer's name."
Mandi parked her butt against the fridge and said, "I see.
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