LUCA
The dungeon smelled like damp and blood. The man was hanging from the ceiling, arms stretched, his head slumped forward.
He was still concious but barely. And I hadn't even touched him yet.
I sat in the chair across from him, legs spread, elbows on my knees. My fingers tapped against my thigh, my thigh tapped against the chair.
Something about this wasn't sitting right.
The shipment showed up at Alina's warehouse. The missing drivers. The fact that this man, one of the original drivers, was still alive when the others had disappeared.
I didn't like it.
The door creaked open. Marco and Olga stepped in.
"The shipment is secure," Marco said. "It'll be distributed by morning."
I nodded, my eyes still on the man hanging in front of me.
Olga stepped forward.
