I pull out and see Ellie’s name flash across the screen. She’s never called me before. Why is she calling me now? “Santo, shut him the fuck up. I have to take this,” I say. Santo shoves a cloth into the guy’s mouth, muffling his sounds, while I click answer on the phone. “Are you okay?” “Ah, yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” Her voice is sweet, innocent. It belongs nowhere near this fucking torture room. “You’ve never called me before.”
