Chapter 2
The police officer raised the heavy iron baton high.
His arm muscles bunched tightly under the uniform’s sleeve. "The person who had your parents killed is extremely powerful," he said his voice casual as if discussing the weather.
"They have influence everywhere. In the government in the police. You sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong was a problem they needed to solve."
Adam’s eyes were locked on the weapon. It hung suspended in the air for a fraction of a second a dark promise against the dim light.
Then it descended.
The metal crashed into the side of Adam’s face with a sound like a melon splitting open.
The force was immense and absolute.
It snapped Adam’s head to the side.
The momentum threw his entire body and the chair he was bound to with it.
The chair’s wooden legs lifted from the concrete floor. Everything toppled over in a loud clatter of wood on stone.
Adam slammed onto the ground. His head took the full brutal impact of the fall.
The wood of the chair pressed hard against his back.