"Five hundred. That's fair."
"That is too little. A drop in the ocean for the bastard."
"How much money does he f*****g have?!"
"Try a thousand and that will still be too little."
I've been conscious for the past five minutes but chose to stay still. My legs were bound as were my hands. My mouth was gagged with, what I assumed was, a scarf by the feel of the material.
My body ached from being tied up and helpless in the same position for who knew how long. The place stank with a stench that was crossed between decomposing vermin and urine. My stomach lurched with the scent but I held it down.
From the voices around the room, I figured Ian was here with Derek Sanders. They have been negotiating figures with each other for as long as I can remember.
The sound of a door creaking op
