100-Word Challenge, Day 209

“Now, now. Remember who’s the one asking questions here,” he says, a smug look on his face. “Family?”

“Kiss my ass,” I say. “You want more answers then you have to give some as well.”

“I don’t think I like your tone, Justin.” The man’s own tone is deadly quiet. I begin to suspect he is more deadly then the men with guns standing outside the door.

“Look, I don’t want anyone else involved, especially family. I’ll talk, but I have my limits.” I don’t trust him one bit, but I can’t afford to have him toss me out, or worse yet call the cops.


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