“Explain now.” Ari stood before the closed elevator doors with arms crossed in defiance. She refused to enter a situation without any hint of preparedness. “We’ll talk while we walk.” “Where are we going?” “There’s a storage unit down on the lowest level. That’s were Bale and Jorges are.” The doors opened and they stepped inside. “I told you, no one is harder on Bale than Bale. From what Jorges has discerned, Bale wanted to prove to you he can atone for his crimes and tried to turn himself in to the police. Apparently that plan didn’t turn out well and they declined to arrest him.” “Seriously? If he confessed, why not?” “We’ll have to get that story from Bale. With the attempt to prove himself to you foiled, he contacted Jorges to bring him the chain.” Chills ran down her neck as images of gladiators swinging lengths of chain at each other in dark, humid rooms with blood and sweat flying everywhere flashed through her mind. “What does that mean?”
