Torturing the Made-men

Captain Marco walks into the dark room where the men who attacked him had been tied to chairs; he dropped a file on the table and took a seat beside the detective.

“Have they said anything yet?” he asked the old man.

“No, they have refused to talk, just like I expected,” the detective said and stood up with a sigh.

“Well, that only makes this fun for me,” Marco said and smirked. “Who sent you to attack me?” he asked the criminals.

They remained quiet like they had not heard him; Marco chuckled and pulled off his jacket. They stared at him in curiosity as he dropped the jacket on the chair he had been sitting on, and then he began to pull his sleeves up.

“I will ask you nicely one more time, who sent you to attack me? Was it Leonardo Salvatore?” he asked again. Well, he already knew the answer to these questions, but he needed a confession in order to be able to prosecute them, which is why a camera had been s