The room the older man led Kaija to was three floors down.
There was no furniture inside at all, only a few fluorescent lights glowing weakly on the ceiling, as if they needed replacing. Nothing like the lavish prison room she'd been staying in these past few weeks.
"Am I getting downgraded to this room?" Kaija commented, taking a dispassionate look around the empty room.
"Not at all, Ms. Sepala," the old man replied. "Though I regret to inform you that there has been one small change to the… terms and conditions of your stay."
Footsteps sounded from behind them, followed by the heavy slam of the door shutting.
When Kaija turned around, two more men had slipped into the room, standing right behind the old man on either side, as though awaiting his command.
"Oh dear, this is new," Kaija remarked, raising a brow at the intimidating faces before her. "Let me guess… whatever you wanted from Charles Kosonen when you brought me here, you failed to get it from him."
