Adrian
"So which one of you will tell me what I need to know first?" I asked as I took a seat on my favorite wooden chair with my arm and chin resting on the back. It was a most casual position, but I was positive the two cops who were strapped in their seats with cold water dripping off them heavily would not find this conversation very casual.
"We don't know anything, let us go you fucker," the shorter one barked angrily. His obvious bad temper was one of the first reasons I did not like him, the second was well his mouth worked faster than his brain.
One look at Silas who stood in between the two men was all that was needed to get him punching the guts out of the asshole. For some reason today, I did not have it in me to give punches, maybe it was because my mind wandered occasiona
