The sound of the plastic ratcheting shut around his wrists was loud in the quiet alley. I didn’t bind his hands behind his back. I bound them in front of him. It made him feel like he still had some control, which would make him talk faster. Where is the warehouse? I asked, “What warehouse?” He played dumb. A reflex.
I took the hammer out of my belt loop. I didn’t raise it. I just let the heavy steel head rest in my palm. Mason’s eyes locked onto it. He knew exactly what this hammer meant. He had seen one just like it earlier that night. Warehouse 4, he blurted out. At the docks, the south terminal. That’s where the shipment is.
What’s in the shipment? guns, mostly modified ARs, and some military surplus. We we acquired they’re shipping out to a buyer in Sudan on Tuesday. And the others, where are they right now? They went to Dominic’s penthouse. There, they’re continuing the party. I nodded. Information acquired, but I wasn’t done with Mason.
