Agent Palmer

I grew up with all types of music. As a kid, Heavy Metal and Motown ruled my house but I also listened to just about anything in between because back then, radio still had some variety. One day I might hear Earth Angel, and later that same day, perhaps Angel Of Death. As you might imagine I wound up with a very varied taste.

In a small, cold room with only a single overhead light, the Tables have turned for Agent Palmer. His ongoing series of interrogations have run so long that he now finds himself in the hot seat. This time he’ll be answering the questions. This time he’ll be the one sweating.