Dexter Bishop's expression twisted grotesquely with excitement.
"Such a tough guess, isn't it? Which building did I put the bomb under?" Dexter Bishop seemed oblivious to the ugly turn Evan Keller's expression had taken. He just kept talking, excitedly pounding the table.
"I was so torn at the time. The first building is pretty good, lots of people coming and going, and plenty of elderly people and kids hanging around. If the bomb goes off, I guarantee a lot of them will be buried underneath."
"But the building behind it is nice too. I remember your family lives there, right? Hey, what do you think? Where did I put the bomb?"
As he spoke, Dexter Bishop put on a look of deep distress.
Everyone, both inside and outside the interrogation room, wore grim expressions—everyone except Dexter Bishop.
