"f**k you," the man spat. "Do whatever you want. I don't care."
Zero dug the heel of his boot below the sternum, sending the man into a convulsive spasm when he found his solar plexus.
"I know I can," he said, his voice even and marble-smooth. "You weren't going to be able to stop me."
"Go to hell -"
"Let's start with a name," he said, and he didn't wait for another swearing insult before digging his heel in again. He held it there for a few more seconds this time, making sure to see the flash of agony and regret in the gaunt face first before letting go. "A name."
"f**k - it's Brent, f**k you -"
"I don't care about yours. Who sent you?"
Three choked half-shouts later, he was spilling his guts in panting yelps. "Goodwin!" he wheezed. "It's Goodwin, but I didn't even meet her. One o
