I grabbed the top of his shirt, and pulled him towards me.

"Tell me where your fucking boss is!" I demanded, holding the knife to his throat as he scrambled desperately to be released.

"I promise, I don't know where he is. You're asking the wrong man. I just work for him, nothing more nothing less" He pleaded for me to believe him. His eyes however, his eyes gave away his secrets.

"I don't believe you" I whispered, lightly running the edge of the blade along his neck.

"I swear, I'd tell you if I knew" He spoke with desperation. Then his phone began to ring suddenly. He glanced down...