I followed Jason quietly to the dark room.
It was dim and oppressive. There were two chairs and one table. It looked more like an interrogation room. Jason lit the lamp on the table, and the shadows pulled back just enough to make it worse.
Jason sat down on one of the chairs. I stood beside him. Silence filled the room.
Footsteps stopped outside the door. Then it opened.
Marco came in first, followed by two of Jason’s men. Between them was the huge looking man. His wrists were cuffed, and there was dried blood at his temple.
When he saw me, his eyes narrowed. For half a second, something in his eyes shifted. He looked at me deeper and colder.
I stopped breathing.
Jason stood up slowly, the chair scraping against the floor. "Sit him down."
They shoved him into the chair. He hit it
