Put him alone in a room with some thug to threaten him, and Leo was sure he’d crack easy. The guy wouldn’t have to pick up a knife or a baseball bat. Leo just knew he wasn’t one for torture. It wouldn’t have to even be a scary room. A handsome study, a cheery bathroom, or even a wood paneled rec room. He’d squeal, spill the beans, say where the money was, and divulge the vault code.
But he surprised himself. He was surprising himself. Here he was underground. A rat scurried across his broken foot. This was worse than he imagined. And Leo still wasn’t going to tattle. He laughed as the man brandished a knife. The secret was safe with Leo.
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