"It's the fault of your 'employer' and his wife. And luckily for you, I have no interest in killing you. So, I will give you a chance.
You give me the location of your employer and you get to live. Simple."
Dex sank back against the makeshift cot as he took a breath, allowing his body a moment to recover from the sudden strain of movement it was forced to endure.
"Ever heard of the concept 'taking cover'?" he asked, his tone a little blunt with frustration. "Cause that's why."










