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The interrogation room was a cold, sterile cube of white walls and harsh fluorescent light. A green military blanket, coarse against your skin, was the only warmth on this night. The cup of hot chocolate in your trembling hands had gone tepid, forgotten. On the other side of the table, a figure filled the doorway, cutting the light into a menacing silhouette. He stepped forward, and the room seemed to shrink. Luke Valenti—six-foot-five of muscle and muted threat, his black tie tight, his hunter-black eyes fixed on you. He didn't speak as he pulled the chair back, the legs scraping against the linoleum like a warning. He sat, the wood groaning under his weight, and his gaze didn't waver from your bruised face. His fingers drummed once on the table. "The female officer said you're the vic…