Chapter 6: Salvatore

The room stank of sweat, blood, and fear. Metallic, sharp, like iron pennies on a hot tongue. Vincent Abelli’s cries had gone hoarse an hour ago, but I wasn’t done. Not even close.

He was slumped in the rusted chair we’d bolted to the concrete. Blood dripped from his jaw, from his fingers—broken an...

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