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Rizzo's face went white. "Please. Please, I have a family."
Rizzo nodded, tears and snot mixing with the rain. He gasped out an address. A warehouse in Red Hook. Not a holding cell. A processing center. The girls were moved through there tonight, bound for a ship at 3:00 AM.
Frank Castle knelt in the crawlspace of an abandoned tenement on 43rd. His knees ached against the shattered concrete, but he didn’t move. Through a crack in the brickwork, he watched the back door of The Silver Rail —a dive bar that served as a unofficial clearinghouse for human filth.
The rain over Hell’s Kitchen didn’t fall so much as it bled from the sky. It washed the garbage into the gutters and the blood off the sidewalks, but it couldn’t touch the rot.
Rizzo's face went white. "Please. Please, I have a family."
Rizzo nodded, tears and snot mixing with the rain. He gasped out an address. A warehouse in Red Hook. Not a holding cell. A processing center. The girls were moved through there tonight, bound for a ship at 3:00 AM. o justiceiro serie
Frank Castle knelt in the crawlspace of an abandoned tenement on 43rd. His knees ached against the shattered concrete, but he didn’t move. Through a crack in the brickwork, he watched the back door of The Silver Rail —a dive bar that served as a unofficial clearinghouse for human filth. Rizzo's face went white
The rain over Hell’s Kitchen didn’t fall so much as it bled from the sky. It washed the garbage into the gutters and the blood off the sidewalks, but it couldn’t touch the rot. He gasped out an address