But Vincent didn’t notice my suffering, his eyes glued to the screen. “Keep going! Don’t stop! I want to see the crime scene! I want to know who the murderer is!”
The machine’s warnings became louder and more urgent.
“Warning! The subject’s brain is failing fast!”
“Warning! Brain death expected in three minutes!”
“Warning! Stop the extraction immediately!”
But no one stopped. They all wanted to know the secret this man had hidden while protecting the murderer for five years.
My shaking worsened; my body felt drained and I slowly collapsed. My mind was fading and confused.
The machine kept digging, pulling out the deepest memories from my heart. I tried to resist, but my body wouldn’t obey.
Suddenly, the flickering on the screen stopped and all the fragments formed a clear image.
