I didn’t waste any time before dragging Sam out of the cell and into the other room, where I did my questioning. The older man wasn’t looking so good, not that he ever did. But weeks of being locked away here without sunlight and nothing to do had done a number on him.

Because he hadn’t been treated after the beating I gave him, there was still some slight bruising left, and he still walked with a bit of a limp, which was noticeable. It raised my ire just to look at him, and it ...