Vivian surveyed the list of detainees. Half of them were women. Two under the age of seventeen. She wondered at the reasons behind the selection, but set them aside for now. If abuse had been, it would be dealt with, but she wasn't there yet. Twenty more to go until those girls and they'd be well into the night by then. She hoped they'd be allowed to call home. Disgruntled parents were the last thing she wanted to deal with just then.
The door to the interrogation room slid open. "Mrs Novak. Thank you for your patience. I only have a few questions, this shouldn't take long." She barely looked up from the file, barely acknowledged the other woman's presence. She was a number. Detainee number sixteen. That was all.