Chapter 14 – The Unbreakable Man
Chapter 14 – The Unbreakable Man The interrogation room was freezing. Grey concrete walls. No windows. A flickering strip light buzzed overhead. Salty sat calmly, chained to a steel chair bolted to the floor. His leather jacket lay in a crumpled heap in the corner, confiscated upon arrival. Inspector Donal Breen paced slowly before him, moustache twitching with fury. Two plainclothes Garda Intelligence officers stood in the shadows, arms folded, watching silently. “You think this is a joke, O’Sullivan?” Breen snapped, slamming a smart tablet onto the table. News headlines flickered across the screen, each more damning than the last. “Brussels Human Trafficking Ties Exposed.” “Irish Ministers Named in Horizon Bribery Scandal.” Salty smirked faintly, leaning back in his chair. “Well… yeah. It’s a bit funny.” Breen slammed his fist on the table. “You’re looking at life in Portlaoise. Sedition. Treason. Cyber terrorism.” Salty raised an eyebrow. “I thought I was only guilty...