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"Such a waste really. Someone as pretty as you. But the truth is I'll make more from you selling your body parts than I will if I sell you as a complete whole. Plus, you know, the risk of letting you live is one I'm just not willing to take at this point."
"Please, Matteo, just let Elle go. Let her go. She doesn't deserve this. Do what you want with me."
"Sweetheart. I will do whatever I want with you. But I can't let Elena go. It's a twisted world but the truth is that a child's organs fetch a much better price than an adult's. Younger, healthier organs."
"She's sick. Her organs are failing."
"I don't have to tell the client that." He shrugs.
"Please," I scream in desperation, and he slaps me again.
"Don't fucking do that. No one can fucking hear you, so it doesn't even matter, but I don't fucking want to listen to that."
I'm crying, tears are flooding my cheeks, onto the bed behind me.
Matteo leans close and wipes his thumb over my cheek.
"It really is a pity. I wish I had a little more time. We could've had some fun before all of this went down - but this time - the surgeon really is on his way. I'm done waiting for my half brother."
I shake my head in disbelief, trying to deny that any of this is actually happening.
Matteo chuckles.
"I'll let them work on Elena first. You can watch it. You can watch them pull her apart, piece by piece, carefully removing all the puzzle pieces that make up her little body."
I scream again and he slaps me so hard I black out.
STEFANO
On the way to the hospital, I explain everything I know and who we're going to see. James listens carefully, working out the plan in his head.
"I'll keep an eye on the door and keep everyone out while you have a word with him," James says, ready to do whatever it takes. I know I can count on him in any situation. Including this one.
It's easier than we think to get down to the morgue without being asked questions. Hospital security is slacking, and no one even glances our way as we step into the elevator and press to close the doors.
The lower levels are quiet and when I push the morgue door open the only person I find alive in there is Pillia.
"Pillia, my name is Stefano. I have a few questions for you."
Of course, Pillia is not very forthcoming with information in the beginning. In fact, he spends a good amount of time denying even knowing someone called Matteo.
I guess this shouldn't surprise me because why would he want to freely admit that he's been doing dealings with black market organ trafficking. He'd lose his job and his license, and of course, end up in jail. If I reported him that is. But I'm not that kind of guy.
He's likely to lose more than his license if he doesn't start giving me answers.
Pillia made the mistake of underestimating my level of determination and when I pull out my knife and slam his hand against the steel table where the bodies are usually autopsied - he begins to realize that lying to me is going to be costly.
"I'll give you one more chance to tell me what I want to know, Pillia." I say, pressing the blade against his fingers. "After that, I'm going to start cutting these off, one by one."
"Ok, fuck, man, jeez. I know him, ok. Fuck. I know Matteo. I know him. Dude, please, don't fucking cut my fingers off."
I grab his wrist and twist it, hearing a loud pop. He screams and I kick him in the ribs, cutting the sound off.
He's lying on the floor gasping in pain as I stand over him. "Now that I've made myself clear - I assume the rest of the conversation is going to go smoothly. So, tell me, where have you met Matteo in the past? Where can I find him now?"
He's shaking as he tries to pull himself together. His one hand in the air, broken, his other hand grasped tightly over his ribs, which might also be broken.
"I - I sometimes - I deliver bodies. Unclaimed bodies. I deliver them to a building, and he pays me. But I swear it's Jane Doe and John Doe, man - no one anyone would miss. I only sell the unknown ones to him. He uses the organs, to help other people. That's all I know."
