Chapter 101: The Deadly Bait

The air in the windowless basement room was thick with the metallic scent of dried blood and the cloying odor of fear. Keaton Ferdinando sat slumped in a steel chair, his wrists and ankles bound tight. The throbbing pain from his dislocated shoulder and the constellation of bruises decorating his face were a dull, constant reminder of his utter defeat. Across from him, untouched and immaculate, sat Calvin Cox. Calvin wasn't gloating. He wasn't interrogating. He was simply watching, his gaze...