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THE TORTURE-R

Author: Siemuri Daniella
last update Last Updated: 2024-09-09 03:22:33

“What could be the connection here?”, Ricardo asked.

“The convent must be in on it. What if it’s this Order of the Seraphim? What if it’s like a secret society?”, Arya responded with more questions.

“Isabel does have a vibe. It could be the whole town council is involved and so is their jurisdiction. But someone has to be pulling all the strings”, Leonardo said.

“Manuel?”, Rob asked, joining them.

“The priest?”, Arya asked.

“Isabel?”, Ricardo asked.

They turned to see the guy who Rob was beating up already unconscious. Arya gave him a hard stare but Leonardo and Ricardo were indifferent.

“What? He asked for it”, he said with a shrug.

“Now how do we question him?”, Arya asked.

“We always figure something out”, Leonardo said.

“And if he dies?”, she asked.

“He won’t die”, Rob said.

Arya gave him another hard stare.

“We should leave now. We’ll take him and the tape with us”, Leonardo said, taking Arya’s hand and leading her outside.

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