He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

I stood three feet back from the metal table.

I folded my hands perfectly still in front of my waist.

An agent bent down and unbuckled Glenn’s leather belt.

He drew it out of Glenn’s trousers and coiled it on the table.

“You set me up,” Glenn said in a whisper.

I didn’t answer.

“You really brought the feds to the gate,” he said.