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CHAPTER FIVE

I WAS in a cell no more than four metres by four, with a ceiling maybe three metres high. There were no windows – apart from a small one set in the door – and no two-way mirrors. There were two surveillance cameras in the corners above the door, a long table with a tape recorder on it, three chairs, me — and three grim-looking police officers.

One of the officers was standing by the door, a rifle cradled tightly across his chest, eyes sharp. He hadn’t told me his name – he hadn’t spoken a word – but I could read it from his badge: William McKay.

The other two weren’t wearing badges, but had told me their names: Con and Ivan. Con was tall, dark-faced and very lean, with a gruff manner and ready sneer. Ivan was older and thinner, with grey hair. He looked tired and spoke softly, as though the questions were exhausting him.

“Is Darren Shan your real name, like we’ve been told?” Ivan enquired for about the twentieth time since I’d been admitted to the holding cell. They’d been asking the same questions over and over, and showed no signs of letting up.

I didn’t answer. So far I hadn’t said anything.

“Or is it Darren Horston – the name you’ve been using recently?” Ivan asked after a few seconds of silence.

No answer.

“How about your travelling companion — Larten Crepsley or Vur Horston?”

I looked down at my hands, which were handcuffed, and said nothing. I examined the chain linking the handcuffs: steel, short, thick. I thought I’d be able to snap it if I had to, but I wasn’t sure.