THE PRETTY FACE SCOTT HAD a few weeks ago was gone. He looked different. No one would even mistake him as the same person who was with Byron in the picture Ivan dug up. It became more pronounced as Oscar gave him an uppercut punch.
Scott’s two front teeth fell out from the impact of his punch. Furious was a mild way of putting how Oscar felt. For two days, he had painstakingly asked him who funded his facility, but the brute kept shut.
"Let’s get clear on something here. You won’t die inside this cell even if you keep silent all you can. Eventually, you will succumb to our questions," Oscar said as he walked back and forth inside the room.
There was one glaring light in the ceiling, and two guards were stationed in each corner. Scott was chained to the chair, and the chains were bolted
