His clipboard fell, scattering medical records across the floor.
“Dr.
Thorne,” I whispered, leaning in so close he could smell the rain on my coat.
“Tell me about the envelope Lucas gave you two hours ago.”
Thorne’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head.
Blood rushed to his face as my grip tightened just enough to cut off his airway, but not enough to render him unconscious.
“I…
I don’t know what you’re talking about!” he choked out.
I squeezed harder.
The cartilage in his neck creaked under my fingers.
“You have three seconds before I break your trachea,” I said, my voice dead and emotionless.
“One.”
“Wait!
Wait!”
Thorne squeaked, his hands clawing uselessly at my wrist.
“It was Lucas!
He… he threatened my family!
He said they’d destroy my medical license and hurt my daughter if I didn’t help them!”
“Where is my child?”
I asked, asking the question that was tearing my soul to pieces.
