"No," I like through my teeth. "I didn't say anything! Someone figured it out through another one
of your connections."
Kalona exposes his blinding white teeth with a feral smile, pulling at the chapped skin of his
mouth.
"Liar. I've had private investigators following me for over a week now. They all lead back to you
black Bering your mouth. I can't have that liability."
I shake with fear as I come to the corner of where the gym lockers meet, effectively trapped by
this mafia man. I just barely put the peices together. Of course the Ram truck with the boat
hitched on the back was his. I should have been suspicious from the start. He owns the docks.
This is a powerful man staring into my soul, feeding off of the fear radiating from my very pores.
I can do nothing to stop this.
