Jackson was soaked in blood. His red hair was plastered to his forehead in perspiration and the smell of blood was so high in the room he could taste it in the back of his throat. Between the two of them he had his hands full. It’s been a few days since they’ve been here.
He carelessly continued to track blood on the wooden floors on his way to the bathroom.
Good thing he was expertised in interrogation and he knew just how to get information out of a person. Plus he liked the physical activity. Got his adrenaline going. Unfortunately these two would rather die than give out the information of who they were working for and the witch they had been collaborating with. But sure enough he would find out soon.
They knew either way death was promised to them. This didn’t sit well with him.
