The man wiggled in Louis’s grip, but his hands clenched and then his body slumped. Louis pushed harder until he heard the man’s gasping breaths start to fade. When he was sure the man was about to pass out, he pulled him up. The man gasped and started to sob. His body wracked as the tears mixed with his blood.
“It’s—It’s going to Silic. That’s all I know.” He looked up to Louis. His eyes were swirled with blood. A blood vessel had popped. He squinted. “I swear.”
Louis let the man go and stepped back. He avoided the puddle of blood. He walked around the pole and waited for the man to catch his breath. Michael snorted at the crying man, his hand holding a cigarette. He took a drag and waved his hand toward him.
Louis led them over to the corner of the garage. “Where did you pick him up at
