Oliver recognized the gargantuan features of Charles Dillingham. He quickly scoured the room for a route of escape.
Charles descended upon him. A blow to the side of his head sent Oliver tumbling to the floor. Within seconds, Charles straddled his prostrate body. He sent a penetrating glare into Oliver. He grabbed Oliver’s shirt with a hand on each lapel. He squeezed Oliver’s face with his large hands. “You have one way to prevent me from killing you tonight!” screamed Charles. He grabbed the lapels tightly, and brought Oliver’s face to within an inch of his own. “Where is that storage where you’re keeping the Mattingly materials?”
Oliver detected a warm liquid emerge from his body and form a warm pool beneath his back as he lost control over his bladder.
“Where is it?” demanded
