Jul 7, 2015Bound Asset Chapter One: Interrogation“Still not talking?” he asked. His right hand massaged the back of his neck as he craned his head sideways. Expectantly. I glared at the man with my left eye. The eye that wasn’t swollen shut courtesy of his ham hock fists. His sweat-stained wife beater fit snugly over his…9 min read9 min read