"Y-Your sister?", I said with the sinking realization that I should have listened to my intuition this morning, assuming it was the same day, I had no way of really knowing, that I should have stayed the fuck in bed today.
"Yes. Look, I know that you saw her and if you want to go back to your multiple shitty jobs and see your mom and brother again you need to be straight up with me and tell me exactly what happened yesterday when you encountered her. OK?", explained the woman looking hawkishly at me. There was no denying it. The lady had done her homework and I was at full attention.
I figured that cooperation was my best move at that point, but something was off about this. Well, something other than being kidnapped by strangers that appeared to be working for some shady government agency anyway. I mean the government doesn't just incompacitate people and handcuff them to chairs in half dilapidated looking warehouses do they? No, it was more than that.
Something about this chick was off. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but something was telling me that I shouldn't give away too much, but why should I care? I didn't know this lady's sister. It was no skin off my ass either way, right?
Then she said, I guess after I took too long to answer, "Look, why don't we start like this. Eric. Why don't you remove Mr. Whitman's restraints?"
The guy from before, that zapped me or something, stepped up seemingly from nowhere. "You sure."
"Yes. Let's make our friend comfortable. Besides your not going anywhere are you, Joel?"
The big linebacker built dude came up reached behind me and unlocked my cuffs. I rubbed my chafed and sore wrists. The guy walked away.
"Now." The lady said. "Let's be friends. Shall we?"
I knew, deep down, deep in my gut, this was not going to be a good time.