As soon as the sun set, I got out of home and headed to the cells.
Amadeus was waiting for me, already, with his arms crossed and a frown.
«He doesn't talk,» he said.
«I will make him talk,» I replied.
He raised an eyebrow, asking me if I was taking a liking to torture.
What torture? I would have just asked nicely. To make him talk, we needed yet another day of patience.
«How long have you talked with him?» I inquired.
«Talking is an overstatement, Leo. I asked many questions but didn't get any answers.»
«Have you tried with the sunlight?»
«Heh,» he moaned. «That's another problem.»
«Let me guess,» I murmured. «He didn't talk.»
«Not just that he didn't talk. He suffered less than me under the sun rays.»
He left the interrogation room and forced me to deal with the matter alone.
«Two days, Amadeus. Then, you'll hear all you're curious about!» I shouted behind him.
