#Chapter 92 – Revelations

I tell them what I can in between strikes to my face, my arms, my body – offering the information freely, letting it stumble from my lips. I let them know that Romano does indeed have the information – that if there’s anything in Steven’s notebook about their finances, that Romano’s studying it for his own means. It’s nothing they don’t already know, I suspect – they’re just warming me up. Though I don’t know for what – what could they possibly want from me further than this? If I had any information about what Steven had in his notebooks and on his computer, I would give it – but I don’t, and I think they know that. I think they know that they’ve got me where they want me – willing to spill anything they want. And the fact that I’m not giving them details – they know, now, that it’s just because I don’t have them. So… But I figure it out when the next man comes down the stairs – a man of equal grace and power to Bonetti, to Romano, to Christian. A man I recognize, because I ser