"One last time, Damian..." Nathan stood in front of the man who sat leaning against the wall, his face battered. "Where's Elena?"

Damian wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, then gave Nathan a blank look. "I said... I don't know."

Nathan picked up a wooden chair and threw it into the corner of the room. "Don't lie!"

Damian remained silent. His breathing was heavy, his chest heaving, but his eyes refused to budge.

Rendi stood in the corner of the room, worried. "Mr. Nathan, we'd better not—"

"Get out of my way, Rendi!" Nathan turned around, his face red. "If he won't come forward, I'll find the...