AS soon as they saw the coordinates led to the old water treatment plant, they went straight back to talk to Hale again.
Lewis stepped into the interrogation room. Hale was already there, seated at the table, and his lawyer, Reyes, sat beside him with a clear look of annoyance on his face. Lewis didn't care one bit about that. He had more important things to focus on.
"The device," he said. "The remote that the person who contacted you gave you. Where is it now?"
Hale looked confused by the sudden question. "It's gone. It self-destructed after I used it."
Lewis frowned a little. "Can you describe it? Or draw what it looked like?"
Hale nodded. "I can try. But I'm not good at drawing."
Lewis set his Terminal on the table and turned the screen on. Hale leaned forward and drew. When he finished, Lewis looked at the image. His brows pulled together right away. The drawing was rough and missing detail. He really was not good at drawing.
