DanteThe basement smelled like blood, sweat, and cigarettes.The walls were fully soundproof, and the lighting was dim, just enough to see.Many have screamed and died in this room, and judging by Franco’s excitement, another person is about to.I didn’t usually get involved with interrogations. I had people for that, but right now, I wouldn’t mind it.A man who looked to be in his early forties sat tied up in the middle of the room. His head was hanging forward, unconscious. From the blood trailing out of the deep cut on his face and the two missing fingers, Franco had already started working on him.“Sorry,” Franco said as soon as he noticed me. “I couldn’t wait.”He wasn’t sorry.His second in command, Angelo, who stood at the corner of the room, gave a slight nod in acknowledgment.My gaze fixed on the man.“Who is he?”“He’s the drunk driver that took the blame for the accident,” Franco replied lazily.At this, my attention peaked instantly.The accident.Aria’s parents.“What h
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