Erica;

I left the office holding back tears in my eyes.

I couldn't tell which broke me more: Dante lying to me or witnessing Hazan's brutality.

I dreaded to shut my eyes. Each time I did, I would see the picture of the rotting head and bloody note in my mind's eye. It sent chills down my spine. Seeing it in person horrified me and if I sniffed the air, I could still perceive the stench of rotting flesh.

I had listened as Dante read the note aloud. How could one man be so cruel and make a joke out of it? How could he make a joke out of...