Sara and I headed down into the basement, the concrete steps cool beneath our feet, the air thick with that familiar mix of bleach, metal, and cold stone. The interrogation room was almost ready, restraints checked, chair bolted, cameras on standby. We were just finishing the last details before Matteo arrived with Juan. As we walked past the row of reinforced doors, a soft voice drifted out from one of the cells.“Salvatore…?” Letta. Of course. I stopped, jaw tightening. Sara stayed beside me, silent but steady. Letta’s fingers curled around the bars of her cell window, her face pressed close enough that the dim light caught the shine of her eyes. “You’re down here,” she said softly, like it meant something. “I thought maybe… maybe you came to see me.”I exhaled slowly. “Letta, now isn’t the time.”She ignored that completely. “You look tired. You shouldn’t be doing all this. You should be resting. I could help you, you know. I always...”“No.” The word came out sharper than I intend
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