Dominik was one of them.
Reese worked hard to mask her reaction. She knew he and Hudson were twins, but the man’s resemblance to his sister was downright eerie. Dominik’s features were more masculine, his hair a slightly darker shade of blond, and he was a good head taller and far more muscular than Hudson. But those eyes . . . those vivid gray eyes were damn near identical. It was uncanny.
Reese shifted her gaze to the other man, but he wasn’t anyone she recognized. He looked like every other Enforcer, with his black uniform and a gun holstered to his hip.
Dominik closed the door and then both men stood on either side of it, their attention fixed intently on her.
“Shall we begin?” Ferris spoke pleasantly, but there was nothing kind about his expression.
He didn’t pull out a pen or notepad, a recorder or camera. He didn’t need to—cameras were mounted on all four corners of the ceiling, their blinking red lights indicating everything was already being taped. Reese had no doubt the room was bugged for sound too. Oh yeah. Every word was definitely being recorded.
“You’re not doing yourself any favors by remaining silent,” Ferris told her. “I already know who you are and everything you’ve been up to.”
She chuckled, speaking for the first time since she’d been hauled into this room. “If you . . .” After hours of silence and not a drop of water, her voice was hoarse, so she had to clear her throat before she continued. “If you already know everything about me, then what’s the point of this interview? Why don’t you kill me now and be done with it?”
He clasped both hands on the metal tabletop. “That’s not how we operate.”
She snorted.
He ignored the derisive noise. “We’re not savages like you and your people. We don’t go around murdering innocent citizens, imposing our ideas of freedom and right or wrong on people and killing those who disagree.”
She couldn’t stop the burst of laughter that flew out of her mouth. Her response brought a cloud of annoyance to Ferris’s face, but fucking hell, was he joking right now? That was exactly what the Enforcers did. What the Global Council did. If you didn’t agree with their ideals, if you didn’t give them the control they demanded under the guise of preserving resources and preventing another war, they killed you without batting an eye.
Either Ferris was choosing to ignore that, or he genuinely didn’t recognize the irony.
“You’ve been living outside the city walls for so long you’ve forgotten what civilization is,” he said coldly. “The government exists to protect its citizens.”
She arched a brow. “Did the government protect the world all those decades ago? Did it stop all those countries from dropping bombs on each other and destroying our planet?”
“That system was flawed because there wasn’t one government. Nations implemented their own regimes—dictatorships, democracies, monarchies . . . so many conflicting systems. It didn’t work. But what we have now, it does work. One government. A global rule.”
Reese faked a yawn. “So I’m here for a politics lesson, is that it? Because that’s even less interesting than the interrogation I was expecting.”
“Fine. You want to be interrogated? Let’s interrogate you.” An ominous look darkened his eyes. “Who else is responsible for the outpost attacks?”
She smiled innocently “What outpost attacks?”
His fingers curled into fists on the table. “Don’t test me, you stupid bitch. You were caught red-handed on the scene, armed with weapons and explosives—weapons and explosives that were stolen from an ammunitions depot a few weeks back. There were others with you. You and your people engaged my men.”
Reese shrugged. “What people? I was acting alone.”
“So you admit to being part of the attack?”
“Hey, asshole, you just said I was caught red-handed. This isn’t exactly surprising news.”
His nostrils flared. Clearly he didn’t like being talked back to. “I want the names and locations of everyone else involved. And not just in the west. Outposts in the north, south, and east have also been targeted.”
Satisfaction surged through her. Brynn, Garrett, and Mick had done their parts, then. They were smarter than her, though. They hadn’t gotten greedy.
Guilt arrowed into her gut, so deep and acute that it made her feel like throwing up. She really hoped Sloan wasn’t looking for her right now. He’d promised that if anything ever happened to her, his first priority would be to take care of Foxworth.
Reese would kill him if he broke that promise.
“We already know all about your town,” Ferris said. “My men are on their way there as we speak.”
Her stomach twisted harder. Fuck.