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The Interrogation

Author: Reid
last update publish date: 2026-06-12 03:30:10

JAMESON

The warehouse on the south side smelled like rust, old oil, and fear.

Perfect.

Declan led me through the main floor to a back room where two men sat zip-tied to metal chairs. Both were bloodied—noses broken, lips split, eyes swollen. My men had already started the preliminary work.

Good.

I was in no mood for patience.

The first driver—a wiry man in his thirties with a shaved head—looked

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