Rodriguez could only walk. We walked to the cell, but they were taking Adrian somewhere else. He was all bloody. His face and his hair.
"What did you do to him?!" I asked LeBron, covering my mouth in horror. "Did he talk?"
"Of course, he talked. Look at him," he replied as he cleaned off blood from his hands.
"Did you do that to him?" Rodriguez asked.
"Me?" LeBron looked up. "No, Adrian did that to himself."
"What do you mean?"
"He wants to kill Sergei so bad it drives him insane," he cleared his throat. "Quite literally."
"That's terrible," I said with a pained expression.
"Yeah," LeBron agreed. "So, here's what I want you to do."
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ActionFive years have passed since the last incident with the Russian Intelligence Agency (RIA), and they've been quiet since then. Bored out of his mind with no interesting cases except standard police matters, Rodriguez Moralés will soon be happy to lea...
