Chapter - 285
Crimson Sparrow was a pathetic sight, a broken, sobbing mess held against the alley's grimy brick wall by Rick's unyielding grip. The air was thick with the stench of his fear, a smell far fouler than the rotting garbage in the nearby dumpsters. Sharon watched from a few feet away, her arms crossed, her face a mask of cold disgust and grim necessity. The time for procedure was over. This was something else entirely.
"Okay! Okay, man! God, okay!" Sparrow blubbered, snot and tears carving clean tracks through the filth on his face. "I'll talk! Just… just don't do any of that stuff you said! Please!"
Rick's grip didn't loosen. His voice was a flat, dead thing in the darkness. "Talk."
