“Which produces the same effect. That’s why I thought I should find a truth serum that did work. Torture can be satisfying on occasion, but it’s messy and not always reliable, either. Dr. Gonzalez worked very hard at producing a pharmaceutical that was foolproof and didn’t involve fantasy but what the subject believed to be reality.” He smiled. “And by combining it with certain other chemicals, it removes the memory of the subject ever receiving the injection; they believe they never divulged anything they didn’t wish to reveal. It also can make the subject believe that he’s felt and done anything the controller suggests to him.”

She gave a low whistle. “Holy shit,” she said. “Why didn’t the CIA ever find out this stuff existed?”

“Because Dr. Gonzalez isn’t a trusting man. He didn’t want to work with either the drug cartels or the FBI or CIA. He wanted to pocket his money in a bank in the Caymans and give me the headache of patenting it whenever I chose to. I believe he’s currently living on an island near Fiji.”

“That you found for him? Evidently he trusted you.”

“Sometimes people do,” he said mockingly. “Gonzalez knew a discovery like that could be dangerous to his health and thought that I could handle it better. I don’t know why. I’m such a peaceful man.”

“Are you finished with him?” The tent door was pushed open, and Gilroy came out. “I’m sick of this.” His gaze was on the bustle going on down at the munitions shed. “I have to check out that helicopter and do something besides hold the bastard’s hand.” His gaze shifted back to Korgan. “Zantlatin?”

Korgan nodded. “I want to know everything about that castle and what goes on there. I want to know how Masenak feels about Reardon and the race. Squeeze him. Record it. Everything.”

Gilroy made a face. “If I’m going to get you everything, I’m still going to be closeted with Baldwin for most of the day. You don’t want him to remember anything about the interrogation?”

He shook his head. “It might not matter, but I don’t want to take any chances.”

“Okay, at least then I’ll be done with the son of a bitch.” He ducked back into the tent.

Alisa’s gaze went back to Korgan. “Gilroy always knew you were probably going to use that zantlatin?”

“He knows I prefer it. But a show of force is always more intimidating as a lead-in for the drug. And it’s better if the subject goes under the drug thinking he’s being physically tortured. It helps the illusion when he comes out of it.” He tilted his head. “I don’t have to tell you that I’m trusting you not to reveal anything about zantlatin to Langley. It would cause me difficulties.”