DANTE.

She looks scared for her life. As she should because I’m on the edge of doing the worst. “You better speak if you want to keep your hide.” She starts shaking. Gone is the false bravado she likes to put out. She is like a little girl lost and it almost makes me sympathetic towards her until I glance down at the bracelet on her wrist and the possibilities that came to mind as to how it could have landed there. I strengthen my resolve. I dragged her to the interrogation room without thinking about anything else except to find what happened to Corina. I should focus on that....