Answers in Blood

The first thing Salvatore Santoro felt when he gained consciousness was the cold.

A biting, metallic kind of cold that sank into his bones long before he fully opened his eyes. His hands were tied behind the chair, wrists raw from how many times he had tried to pull free. His ankles were strapped down too, forcing him in place.

A dim bulb flickered overhead.

He lifted his head weakly.

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