The private investigator opened his eyes and moaned when he felt a piercing pain on the right side of his head. He shut his eyes to block the pain as he tried to remember what had happened. The last thing he remembered was talking to Mrs. Miller on the phone, and then going to check who was knocking on his door.
His eyes snapped open, and he gasped in surprise when someone poured water on his face, "You weren't brought here to sleep," A cold deep male voice growled at him.
"Who are you? What do you want from me? Who sent you to me?" The private investigator asked, looking around the warehouse which was filled with various cartons nervously before returning his gaze to the huge man who was standing next to him with an empty bottle of water in one hand.
"You don't need to know who sent me. Your service is required. We have a job for you," the man with the deep voice said.
