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PALERMO
Palermo could only whimper as they shocked him again. He’d lost count of the days he’d been here, burned, stabbed, threatened. The police had pulled out every trick in the book, lawful or not, trying to get Martin to open up. He wouldn’t, and he was almost worried they’d give up. Almost. He laughed out loud when they shocked him again, a distorted, pained rasp.
He was past pain.
He was past suffering.
All he could do now, was give the team as much time as he could. He closed his eyes, imagining Andres standing with him, back before there was any pain, and he laughed harder. Screw the team, he was doing it for Andres.
It had always been Andres.
