Half an hour of pacing later, I heard the door to Harmon's suite unlock, stopping me dead in my tracks.
"Food. You haven't eaten in hours," Harmon said, motioning for the server to enter his suite.
"Is it poisoned? Drugged?" I asked snarkily, but I could hear the mistrust in my own voice and had no doubt he could too.
Some part of me meant the words. I didn't know this man. He locked me in a f*****g room. Had dangerous friends. Self proclaimed himself dangerous. What the hell was Harmon into?
Harmon was Billy's fixer. Whenever someone was in Billy's way or made themselves a nuisance, Harmon would take care of it. When Billy had a problem, Harmon magically made it disappear. I didn't always know how, but I suspected his means weren't always legal. I knew all this, but I thought that
