Very quickly, Nathan was able to meet with Zion in an isolated interrogation room.
Zion's hair had shockingly turned white overnight, which gave him the bespectacled man the appearance of a grizzled elder.
That aside, Zion's attire remained prim and proper, and he was both physically unharmed and mentally alert. His silvery mane, though, made him resemble more of a wizened scholar than an important official.
Zion was extremely surprised to see
Nathan. “What are you doing here, Chief Cross?”
“I've come to visit you because Mr. Windsor is concerned that you may be subjected to mistreatment, as do myself,” said Nathan in his deep inflection.
That drew a bitter smile from Zion even as his eyes welled up. “Previously, I was told that you are a forthright and upstanding man, but I was skeptical about that. To think that you're the only one dropping in to see me now that I'm in trouble!”
Nathan had not much to say about that and only turned to regard Braydon, Colin, and the others to the side solemnly. “Step outside, all of you. I'd like to have a word with Mr. Lucas. Also, have all the surveillance equipment inside of this room turned off.”
Braydon expressed no objections and filed out alongside Colin, the Elite Eight, and whoever else was there.
After the door closed behind them with only Nathan and Zion left alone inside, the former asked candidly, “What's going on here, Mr. Lucas? Braydon said that you’d confessed to the charges of unlawful conduct?” “That’s right. There is truth to the accusations that they've leveled against me, and I've admitted to them, since I'm unable to defend myself in good conscience.”
Nathan was stunned. “What do you mean by that? Did you really break the law? How much were you on the take for?”
Zion was in no hurry to answer. Instead, he asked, “Do you have any cigarettes, Chief Cross?”
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