Killian puffed away at his cigarette, even though there was barely anything left, just a stub, no bigger than a fingertip. By now, he should’ve tossed it, but instead, he smoked it down to the very end before finally crushing it underfoot until no ember remained. Standing beside him, Vischa had been quiet this whole time, not offering a single word.
“This has gotten messy. If you tell me where the hardware is, I'll let you go.”
Vischa frowned deeply. “What do you mean by ‘letting me go’ if I give you that information? Are you holding me hostage right now?”
“Only if that’s how you see it.”
Vischa rolled her eyes and sighed heavily. “Those people have already left. Thanks for helping me out today.” She turned around, preparing to walk away, as if Killian’s threats meant absolutely nothin
