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"Carent Cerone said "Have a seat"

"I have nothing to say to you"

"But you don’t even knohy I’hed dryly "It doesn’t h You know your rights and can go back to your cell" Careratedly "I just wanted to talk about a girl named Haven"

Carmine’s heart pounded rapidly at the"Why?"

"Her naation," he said "I tried locating her, but there’s barely any evidence she exists It’s as if she’s a ghost"

Carure if you help me, I can help you"

"I don’t need your help," he said "There’s nothing I can tell you"

"You can’t tellcould

"Strange We made a trip to your hometown yesterday, and the people there are under the iirlfriend I even came across this while I was there" He reached into his briefcase for a piece of paper, and Carmine’s knees hen he saas the picture Haven had drawn for hi your memory?"

"Fuck you"

"Where is she?" he asked "She’s not in Durante, and she wasn’t with you in Chicago One of the only other people this girl seems to talk to is a boy na"

"I don’t knohat you’re talking about"

Special Agent Cerone was undeterred "Did soirlfriend? You can tell me I’ive a shit about me"

"Did she run off with Nicholas?" he asked "Did she choose him over you?"

"That’s ridiculous"

"Is she dead?"

He recoiled from his state ?"

He shook his head "As I said, I want to help"

"There’s nothing you can do foror has been hurt--"

"I wantback into his briefcase "You know, the truth always prevails At the end of the day, the truth is what sets you free"

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Ti Haven’s surroundings She would co, and she would eat what she could sto back under Jen appeared a few times with Nunzio to check her vitals but never spoke a word In fact, people were always in and out of the building, but no one acknowledged her except for Natalia She would bring her fresh clothes and offer words of encourage her up whenever she needed to use the bathrooth di She would vomit profusely whenever she tried to eat, her skin cla in her head ness

It was about then that she started hallucinating, hearing voices and seeing faces she couldn’t be sure were truly there The nightmares were extreme, filled with flashbacks in an inconsistent loop Dr DeMarco haunted her with the piercing glare of hatred she had seen that day in his rooasped for air She screah-pitched shrieks

The moments of lucidity became few and far between Unfae conversations that led face appearing as if it were ulfed her from the inside out

The Metropolitan Correctional Center, a three-sided triangular skyscraper in the o, has no barbed wire or electric fence, no are of the property With its flat surface and narrow vertical s, the front of the building resembles an old punch card It appears harerous people in the world call the place home

Vincent sat in a small cell on the twentieth floor, a few yards from where Corrado was housed The as frosted, obstructing Vincent’s view of the outside, so all he had to look at were the drab gray walls surrounding him

Every day was the same: three meals, frequent head counts, occasional sirens, and little conversation The guards watched their every move, all calls and visits

He sat there early one day, right afterroll call, when a few corrections officers approached They placed hient Cerone waited at a s toward the chair across frorateful to be out of that dreary cell They tried to secure hient stopped thes here"