LOUIS AWOKE TO THE sounds of angry fists pounding against the interrogation room door, along with equally angry voices telling him: “You in there, open the f*****g door! Don’t hurt those men anymore!” There was a chair propped up under the doorknob. His eyes searching about, he realized he was standing in the middle of the room. He found Adam cringing in the far corner, his nose bloodied and smashed against his face that was twisted in agony, as he grasped his mangled and swelling hand. Was his shoulder holster empty? That was when Louis realized he was holding a revolver in his hand.
“Just... just let them in,” Adam wheezed nasally in pain. “Promise... be al.. alright.”
Louis turned around slowly to find the two way mirror cracked in a spiderweb pattern and splattered with blood, only t
