Deathwish

It should be deja vu, waking up in a closed metal room, locked in with Calder Roane. But this time, it’s not my doing. This time, it’s out of my control. I think I know why we’re here. I assume it’s a mob hit, giving me a taste of my own medicine. I assume, once again, that Calder doesn’t belong here. But does he assume I do?