The Substitute's Last Dance novel Chapter 11

Jackson, being one of the city’s top taxpayers, was allowed to observe the

interrogation after being cleared as a suspect.

He hadn’t slept in days, and in his black suit, he looked more like a corpse than a

living person.

I tried to keep my distance—he had hurt me too much.

But even in his sorrow, my heart instinctively ached for him.

The captured thug was the leader of the group. He had committed enough crimes to

earn multiple death sentences, so he seemed almost indifferent.

The leader squinted, lighting a cigarette at the corner of his mouth. “That woman

sure was tough.”

“I broke her arms and legs, but she was still breathing. We tortured her for three

days—my men were exhausted.”

“In the end, I had to put her out of her misery.”

“We beat her for three days, and she didn’t make a sound. But when I told her no

one was coming to save her, she cried. It was kind of funny.”

Jackson slammed his fist against the glass, his eyes bloodshot with rage.

Hearing the noise, the leader laughed even more wildly. “She kept calling out,

‘Jackson, Jackson…’”

He glanced at the glass, letting the ash from his cigarette fall to the floor. “Mr.

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