It didn't take long to get to the cell that I needed. The chairs from last night were still sitting outside of the cell, so I set my coffee down on one of them. The fucker hanging in the cell raised his head and looked at me as I spoke to the guard. "Dom said that you could bring me tools. I need a pair of brass knuckles to start with. If I need anything else, I'll let you know," I told him.
"You got it, boss man," he said as he unlocked the cell. As he took off, I stepped into the cell. As I bent down to scratch Hades on the head and check on him, the dickbag started to talk. "What are you doing back? I told you everything that I know," he said.
"You told us what you thought you could get away with telling us. But you never told us who owns the property. And without that information,
