“Where is he?”
The smell of mint toothpaste filled my nostrils as my interrogator leaned closer.
At least he wasn’t a smoker.
“I told you I don’t know.”
With my good eye I watched him back up. He unbuttoned the cuffs of his crisp business shirt and began to roll one sleeve.
“I cleared my schedule just for you. Did I tell you that?” He rolled the other sleeve up a ropy forearm. “I have all day.”
“Bring it,” I replied.
By the time he left I lay curled on the floor in a fetal position. Everything hurt.
He knew all sorts of details about me now; where I grew up, my favorite color, but he hadn’t broken me, not yet.
I wondered how long I had until he came back.
“Beam me up Scotty.” I whispered.
I laughed at my own joke, then winced as broken ribs protested. Blood bubbled from my nose.
Had I known this was how my day would end I never would have agreed to take this job.
O.K., that’s a lie, I would’ve done it anyway. This guy, or at least the information that he possessed, would be worth a fortune. I fully intended to get my cut. That is if I stayed alive long enough to collect.
With one finger I pressed against the tracker hidden beneath the skin of my opposite forearm. Hopefully it was still working. Hopefully the building wasn’t wired to block the signal. Hopefully someone would find me before it was too late.
I’m the only one who could find the guy.
This one’s a bit different from the last story. I hope you enjoyed the opening enough to come back next week. Now I need your help! Our female main character needs a name, so does “the guy”. Please leave your suggestions in the comments. Thanks!