His grip grew even tighter.
"I find that hard to believe, missy."
He swung Charity against the wall like a ragdoll, sending her sprawling to the floor.
"Now I'm gonna ask some questions, and I want answers. Good answers, none of this 'I don't know' crap. You understand me, lass?"
She looked up at him, fresh blood dripping down her face.
"I swear I don't know anything..."
"Well then, I guess I'll just have to help you remember," he said.
He pumped his shotgun. The shell that had been unloaded into Samuel Pearman flew out of the weapon as a fresh one slid into the breech. He levelled the barrel of the gun to Charity's forehead.
"Enough, Morrison. Stand down."
As the barrel of the weapon was lowered, Charity could no longer keep herself together. She passed out in the pile of debris without seeing the second man to save her that day.
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