"Can I get some water?"
The cop grinned at me. "Thirsty?"
"Yeah, it's hot in here, and I'd like a glass of water." I kept my tone even. "If it's not too much trouble."
"Sure." His grin got even wider. He got up, walked to the door, but instead of opening it, flipped the light switch; suddenly the one-way mirror was two-way, and behind it stood three more cops and — goddamn it — Aulia.
"We know what you are, sorcerer."
"She's a liar."
"Save it. I need you talking. Start by explaining how Ronald Feathercane drowned in an elevator, and why."