“I swear I don’t know anything—“

Jules pointed his knife at her. “No, no. None of that. If you’re not going to tell us anything useful, keep that pretty mouth shut before I bash your face in.”

Doris closed her lips and glanced between the two men. “How many hits do you think before she starts talking?” Darrell asked.

“I’d say six…but let’s go for ten.”

Jules turned his knife around and hit her right in the nose with the hilt. It rocked her head back hard enough to hear a crack. Doris swore she saw stars for a moment, blood strained down her chin from just one hit.

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