A week had passed and I managed to capture an unwilling lead. Jeremy was working on getting me the rest of the weapons; but I had what i needed for now. Insider information.
"Mr. Henderson, this would be alot more pleasant if you just coorporated", I suggested.
He attempted to spit in my face but I placed my hand around his neck, squeezing until he began to pass out.
"As you can see, I don't respond well to disrespect", I explained. I lightly tapped his face and splashed him with some water.
The man licked his cracked lips nervously and lowered his head in pure exhaustion. He was a truly loyal pawn, I had to respect that to some extent.
I grabbed a chair, checked my watch and sat facing him. "As much fun as we're having here, I'd hate to just kill you without getting to that memory of yours. So make this easier on the both of us and spill your guts."
A hoarse chuckle escaped his pale lips.
"Why would I do that when you're having so much fun?" He snarled.
"You're going to answer some questions, if you don't...just know that I have easy access to...Kyra is it?", I clarified. I took a recent picture of his wife and threw it on the floor where he could have a nice view.
"You touch her-"
He jerked up to attack me but the restraints held him back. The chair rocked back and forth as he struggled to become free. I placed the bottom of my thigh high boots on his chest, and lightly kicked him so that the back to the chair rocked back to the ground.
Groaning from the sudden impact, his breathing became shallow but rapid. I positioned my foot back on his chest while he adjusted to being on the ground. Looking down at him "you're pitiful", I hissed.
"Since you've developed a serious case of amnesia, anything that happens to her would be your fault. I just want answers", I added.
He gulped and looked into my eyes. I would never claim that I'm a professional but I can break anyone with enough time. To me, his silence meant that his amnesia symptoms had just disappeared. I held on to the arms of his chair and pulled him up from the ground, setting all four legs on the concrete.
"Who sent you to my house?" I asked, getting closer to him.
He looked like he was going to pass out from thirst, so I went and got some water. He glared at me and said, "Malcom Abawi".
'Shit'
Abawi and his thugs had been after me because I knew something that could jeopardize his career as an international criminal. They run a chain of clubs downtown, that are used as a front for distributing something much more expensive than alcohol.
"What else do you know? I want your memories to be mine by the time I'm done with you."
The man gritted his teeth and turned his face away from me, not answering my question in the process.
"You know, you can learn the most fascinating things from the internet, like, the average person can only survive about a week without water. Now I'd say that concerns you considering that you haven't gotten anything to drink for the past five days."
I placed the cup of water on the tip of my boot and continued, "some of the symptoms of dehydration include: thirst (obviously), fatigue, drowsiness, sunken eyes, dry skin, and even...excessive sweating". I glanced at his dress shirt that was drenched in sweat.
"tsk tsk tsk stk that's not looking too favorable in your case", I pointed out. "All you have to do for me is tell me what you know about me, my son, and Mr. Abawi; since you've been particularly difficult why don't you throw in anyone else who's involved in this little...plot."
He thought about it for a few minutes and began to list the names of the people who were involved in trying to neutralize me and kidnap my son.
"That's about all I know", he concluded.
I picked the cup of water up off of my boot and placed it close to his mouth. Before tipping the cup, I pulled it away and asked "are you sure that's all"?
He nodded frantically and I gave him a sip.
As I finished my interrogation, I felt uneasy and very bad case of nausea. I found my way to the back of the abandoned warehouse and spilled my guts. 'Damn it'. I'd been avoiding this as if my intuition would just go away. I might be pregnant.
It was about time I took the test; but before that, I needed to get some insurance.
Later that day
I walked into a drugstore and picked up some necessities. I bumped into one of the workers and she dropped some of the products that she was carrying. "Oh my goodness, I can be so clumsy. I'm so sorry let me help you", I rambled.
We bent down to pick up her items and I slipped my hand in her pocket.
"Sorry again", I said as i went about my day. After checking out, I asked the cashier to point me to a bathroom.
I strolled through the bathroom door, checked for any other occupants, and changed my outfit. I wore black from head to toe and a long black wig to keep my face covered.
As I finished strapping on my weapons, I looked down at my belly and decided to take the test. I had to know.
I waited for what felt like an eternity, and finally got my results. Fear coursed through my veins at first; but a smile crept up on my face as I rubbed my stomach. I exhaled.
As soon as I left the store through the employee exit in the back, I called Jeremy using the phone I swiped. I sat in the car while we discussed everything that I'd found out as well as the safety of our son.
"Jeremy before I let you go, I wanted to start fresh and be honest with you...I'm pregnant".