Suddenly, he grabbed her long beautiful hair and lifted her up: "Still don't want to confess?"
Her hair hurt a lot, and she started kicking heavily. He wasn't joking around; he was really threatening her!
Enduring the pain, she met his merciless and cold gaze: "Did you come to Mexico just to interrogate me?"
"What else?" He tightened his grip, lifting her petite body even higher. "I'll give you one more chance. I'll have them take your statement again. Confess everything about the arms case truthfully."
She bit hard on her lips: "No need, another statement would be the same. I've told you, I planned this all by myself!"
He loosened his grip, letting her fall to the ground, and gave a cold, emotionless order: "Tie her up."
She widened her eyes. Before she could react, several Mexican policemen stepped forward, easily tying her up with hemp rope.
He stood sternly silent, raising his long arm.
A policeman immediately understood and handed a police baton to him.
