"A feminine voice from my other side says, "Don't look at him. Look at me." I turn back around. She's tall. Long torso, legs, and arms. In her spare time she could be a fashion model or a basketball player. Smart. Tall is good for these situations. It lets the interrogator loom menacingly. She's wearing the same suit and balaclava as the guys who snatched me. That's okay. What isn't okay is the cattle prod she's holding. She takes her time coming over. Points at me with the business end of the prod. "Who are you?" she says. "I work for Eva Sandoval."