I didn’t participate in the interrogations. My role was to observe. Under no circumstances was I to interfere.
Never a large man, he became smaller. Fragile. And in the end, broken.
When I first saw him, some of his former power still clung to him. He made demands, threats. Commanded a certain respect, even there.
Of course, all property had been seized. The mansions, the jet. Once in custody, they gave him an orange jumpsuit . He started to lose other things. Control of the situation, control of his fate. Finally, control of his body itself.
I watched him lose everything.