Chapter 136 The Night Walkers
- When Jackson opened his eyes, he was in a dank, dark little room.
- His wrists were bound by chains suspended on some contraption on the ceiling, and his shoulders were on fire because they were supporting his weight. His fingers were numb and cold because the fuckers had chained him too tightly.
- Was this how he died then? In the hands of his enemy, months before he held his child?