“Got anything yet?” Erdem asked as he folded up his shirt sleeve.
“He continually refuses to speak,” Nikola answered solemnly.
“Cut off his meals. Only water, once a day.”
“Understood.”
“Any trace of, Nesta?” He asked, hoping there will at least be some information that could lead him to her.
“Nothing.” Nikola gave him the same answer. Nothing. He has been hearing that same word for the last two weeks. A word he came to despise the most in the whole entire world.
