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Osric sobbed, a mixture of blood and snot bubbling from his nose. “Nehema’s house was deserted. They’ve gone underground.”
    “What is Nehema’s connection to Zophiel?”
    “There is no connection. I’ve told you everything!”
    “You said ‘they’ have gone underground, which indicates a connection. Lies will only bring more pain.” She used the point of her knife to outline his nipple as Osric writhed and screamed.
    “The beauty of this is all he has to do is shift and his human form resets,” Milliner said just loud enough to make sure Osric heard the comment.
    “Give us something,” Roberto encouraged. The slick tiles and floor drain made this sort of mess easy to manage. Still, the smell of blood and piss was overwhelming. “Where are they likely to go? Do they have a rescue planned for the near future?”
    “I told you…” Osric closed his eyes and gulped in air, shaking his head to complete his denial.
    Tias turned toward Roberto and Milliner with a sigh. “Well, gentlemen, shall we give him a break? This is boring.”
    With continual inundation from the same stimuli, the senses numbed. Any good interrogator was aware of the fact. “Why don’t we give Roberto a tour while Osric thinks things over,” Milliner suggested.
    Roberto had seen numerous images of the complex but this was the first time he’d been here in person. The facility wasn’t scheduled to open for another three months, but the Therian attack on their mountain lab had left them no choice but to utilize functional sections of the converted military hospital while renovations were completed on the rest.
    “Wonderful idea.” She paused long enough to clean the blood from her knives and wash her hands before they left the interrogation room.
    “You’d been at it quite a while when I arrived.” Roberto fell into step beside Tias, leaving Milliner to trail behind. “Has he said anything that might help us locate Nehema?”
    “He’s been babbling on about Zophiel,” Milliner told him. “She is the most radiant woman in the world. She’s the gods’ faithful spy and the Angel of Divine Justice. She’s his ‘mistress’ in the kiss-my-boot sense of the word. He claims to serve her through sacrifices of pleasure and pain.”
    “If pain gets him off this might be a waste of time.” They turned onto a wide corridor then took a lift to the ground floor. Buzzes and bangs from the construction crew echoed in the distance, but the main lobby and adjacent offices had required less restoration. “Is it possible that Zophiel is simply Nehema’s sexual persona?”
    Tias seemed to consider the possibility but Milliner shook his head. “Nehema is well into her fifties and definitely not ‘the most radiant female on earth’.”
    “There are many mistresses you would never recognize as they walk down the street.” Tias paused and pivoted so she could see both Roberto and Milliner. “Part of the appeal of the BDSM Lifestyle is allowing yourself to be immersed in the fantasy.”
    The voice of experience? “Either way, does this bring us any closer to stopping the Abolitionists?”
    “We aren’t the only ones interested in finding Nehema,” Tias reminded them. “I say we wait her out and let the Therians take care of her as soon as she strikes again. She is a far bigger problem for them than for us.”
    “I don’t care if she’s dead or just out of commission as long as her antics stop,” Roberto agreed. “We can’t afford any more setbacks.”
    Milliner crossed his arms over his chest and scowled. “Well, I want a permanent solution to the situation.”
    “Of course you do. You’re the one who started this pissing contest in the first place.” Tias faced Milliner, her stance every bit as adversarial even though her head barely reached his chin. “If you hadn’t snatched three of her rescue puppies right out from under her nose, she wouldn’t have blown up our supply convoy.”
    “They were feline shifters, not