Niccolo
I meet with ‘John’ again. Little pissed with the little setup. Besides, how does he know my Manon?
He comes in, silently, into my office. He sits without my prompting. I watch him carefully, before speaking.
“How do you know her?” Comes out of my mouth first.
His lips tilt up. “Does it matter? She's no business of yours anymore.”
My blood boils but I breathe. I keep my cool.
“That's not the question I asked you.”
“But that is the only answer you're going to receive from me on that topic.”
Maybe I shouldn't have gone about it the official way. Maybe I should have just dragged him to the Basement, and took a pair of pliers to him.
Still, aside from my anger, I know this is a better option. He'd probably keep his mouth as clammed up as it is now, except I would have the Yazuk
