At my command, both Franco and Carlo stepped back to show a very battered Castleford. His face was almost unrecognizable. Serves him right.
They had done a very good number on him.
“Are you ready to talk now, Bernard? Are you still willing to die for her and him? Or was it he and her? I can't actually remember, my bad.
See, it's getting pretty late. We've been at this for a long time. Why don't you give it up and give me the names I seek? Hmm, it's not so difficult because you see these men? These two guys here can do this till morning. They actually don't get tired, but for you? I'm sure that you're not going to make it to morning.
Why not just make your end less painful and speak up?
These people you protect would have ratted you out a long time ago to save their own skin. I don't know why you protect them so fiercely.”
“I can't say it. They made me swear not to say it. I wasn't even the one who was supposed to be there that day. I wasn't supposed to be the one to pick you up. She was shot, and she couldn't make it there. So he sent me instead. I did not want to do it. Believe me,” he said in a voice laced with pain.
He must be in excruciating pain for him to talk with so much difficulty. One clue I got, I guessed right. He treated the woman who I shot.