The entire night was spent on relentless questioning and torture, but Garret remained silent, refusing to utter a single word.
Francis, feeling utterly helpless, reported the failed interrogation to Quade as soon as dawn broke.
Quade hadn't slept a wink, anxiously awaiting news. He was stunned to learn the man was this stubborn, this unbreakable.
Furious, Quade decided to handle it himself and went down to the basement.
The moment he entered, the thick, coppery stench of blood mixed with damp mold hit him.
He instinctively wrinkled his nose and raised his eyes to the far corner, where Garret was tied to a heavy metal frame.
Quade walked over slowly.
Before he could even speak, he suddenly lifted his cane and swung it down with all his strength, landing a solid blow on Garret's head with a sickening thud.
