“I dunno. Been lucky, I guess. I’ve never really gotten sick, so it didn’t cross my mind.”
“Really,” Long says. “That’s odd. I thought that the purpose of your makeshift outfit was to protect you from the desert fever, when your employers weren’t willing to handle that for you.”
No. Don’t panic, that’ll just lead you into his trap. Play it cool.
“I’ve said it a hundred times now. I wasn’t thinking straight. I had plenty of time before I had to head into the desert, so I thought about stuff like desert fever. This was just a rush job. I made lots of dumb moves. That’s all it is.”
You don’t think he’s buying it. But you know his type – he’s got to be totally sure before he acts. You just have to hold out until he has to end the interrogation.
“There’s one thing I’d like you to explain to me, then,” he says.
Uh-oh. You better brace yourself. What could he be planning to ask?
Who told you we had two other prisoners? You were guarded before you sloppily knocked out your guard, you couldn’t have heard more than the alarm.
Odd that you targeted the one person dressed like them.