Chapter 103

• “What the fuck…” Jenkins muttered, his voice barely audible beneath the sickening squelch of blood and the man’s muffled sobbing.
• The room smelled like rusting iron and sweat. The lights began to flicker like even the electricity didn’t want to witness couldn't bear to watch what was happening.
• Jenkins took a step forward, his shoulder tapping against the tiled floor faintly. Behind him, the rest of the detectives stood frozen in the doorway. Some had their jaws slack in stunned silence, while others with their teeth clenched so hard it looked like they might crack.