Chapter 73Sheppard picked the chair up off the floor and shoved it seat first into Abu’s legs, forcing him to sit tightly against the table. Abu cradled the arm that was hanging by his side with the joint still dislocated. He was breathing heavily, and his eyes were welling up.
“What do you… sniff… want?”
Sheppard stood behind Abu and cracked his knuckles, loudly. Abu looked scared, which was what Sheppard was trying for. “I want you to start talking.”
“What do you want me to say?”
Sheppard grabbed Abu’s shoulders and squeezed hard enough to make Abu wince. “I want you to tell me everything–who you work with, who you work for, who killed the Muslim clerics in Milwaukee and Chicago, where I can find them all, and what your job in Los Angeles is.”
Abu struggled against Sheppard’s grip.
