“Of course, dear man, of course,” Lucian said, and he held the rim of the water bottle to Gary’s mouth, let the asshole take a shallow sip. “And I desire nothing more than to remove you from such unfortunate circumstances created against your rather feeble will.” Gary blinked at Lucian, lashes wet with tears of suffering. “Simply tell us where your stashes of evidence may be found, and I’ll not only let you go, but broker a deal with the authorities upon your behalf.”
“Deal?” Gary repeated, a spark of clarity returning to his eyes, and Lucian gloried in the creation of false hope.
Lucian smiled, wide and insincere. “I am nothing if not a man of my word, Gary.”
For a moment, Gary’s watery, irksome breathing was the only sound in the enclosed space. Lucian waited with an exterior show of
