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Peter
I spend the night in the shed where Esguerra keeps his prisoners, with one ankle chained to the metal ring in the middle of the floor.
“Just a precaution,” Kent explained when the guards locked the chain in place. “Not that we don’t trust you…”
“Right.” The chain is about two meters long, which means I can lie down on the cot the guards dragged into the shed. So all in all, it’s not that bad. I’d obviously rather not be chained, but considering what I just saw Esguerra do to the pediatrician, I’m not complaining.
It’ll take a while to get the woman’s screams out of my mind.
She cracked instantly, pretty much as soon as the Esguerras, accompanied by me and the guards, entered her room. I don’t know what she expected—to win brownie points for her honesty?—but she admitted her
