The man shakes his head. His pale skin is going red from where I’m pressing with the pistol. “No, we’re guessing he’s here just because this is, like, where a lot of your men have been lately. But we don’t know for sure. We’re searching the place. We didn’t know you were here, though.”
“We’re in a bit of a bind here,” I tell him. “Usually we’d gag and cuff you and go about our business. But look around. Do you see any gags or handcuffs?”
He shakes his head, the color draining from his face. But then his eyes pop like an excited little boy’s. “I’ve got gags and zip-ties.”
“How f*****g convenient,” Nario snarls. “In your back pocket?”
I grin savagely. “This motherfucker sure is cooperative.”
We zip-tie his hands and feet and gag him with his own rag and duct tape, leaving him trussed up
