86
CONNOR
I lay on the bed, fingering the St. Jude medallion Lynne had given me. You say you’re a lost cause, I say you’re not…nothing’s ever hopeless.
“Interesting medallion. Religious symbol, isn’t it?”
I looked up as Dante entered the cell. “Have a closer look, Nicholas,” I invited with sarcasm. “Touch it. Let it burn your miserable flesh.”
“You’re still a smartass, aren’t you?”
“Why did you let me keep this?” I asked.
“As a reminder. Every time you look at it, you think of them, don’t you?”
“You bastard.”
Dante pulled up a chair and sat facing me. “Make this easy on yourself. If you tell us where they are, you can have your wife with you in here,” he offered. “Wouldn’t that be more pleasant than being here alone?”
“I would never have allowed you to turn my son into a lab rat,
