I leave her in the hallway as I step into the control room. A screen displays footage from the cell, and when I slip on the headset, I can hear the audio feed as well.
Raj looks like hell warmed over. Pale and gaunt with blood loss and hunger. But the steely determination in his eyes doesn’t bode well for our mission here.
Elyssa is still standing in the hallway where I left her, breathing softly. Then, as if making up her mind, she steps inside the cell.
“Raj,” she says, a little shakily.
“I don’t want to f*****g talk to you, whore.”
She doesn’t rear back like I expect her to. She just takes it all in stride. Nodding, she sinks into the chair my men set up for her. Perched on the edge, she looks into Raj’s eyes with something that resembles compassion, if I’m not mistaken.
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