was a textbook example of psychological deprivation.
It was a claustrophobic, windowless concrete box painted in a nauseating institutional shade of off-white. A single violently bright fluorescent tube buzzed angrily overhead.
In the center of the room was a bolted-down steel table with two heavily scuffed aluminum chairs. One entire wall was dominated by a massive, perfectly clean two-way mirror.
The officer pushed me into the chair furthest from the door. He unhooked my handcuffs only to immediately recuff my right wrist to a heavy iron ring welded directly to
