Dustin's fingers quivered around the trigger of the revolver, his entire body consumed by a sudden surge of adrenaline. Hugo's words reverberated in his mind, stoking an inferno of rage that threatened to engulf him. "What did you just say?" He seethed, almost surprised.
"You know about her? will...will you let me live if I tell you the entire truth?"
"I will consider it. Now spill it." Dustin demanded, his eyes narrowed in suspicion. "How is it possible that they are even considering that she survived? Didn't all the infants die on March 22nd?"
Dustin's reassuring words ignited a spark of hope within Hugo. "That's what everybody believed, but no," Hugo said, shaking his head.
Why is he interested in knowing about this secret? Hugo wondered. It doesn't matter to him. All he wanted was to get out of these silver shackles. He will think of killing this human later.