"What nonsense are you spouting?" I held the gun close to her head.
Fatty jumped in nervously, "Calm down, Jack. There’s a tracker on him now. We’ll be able to catch him."
"Before we catch him, we gotta know what exactly he is first," I responded, not loosening my grip on the gun.
The old woman was scared speechless. Fatty stepped close to me, grabbed my gun and pointed it at the ceiling. "Tell me slowly, Madam. You said he’s your husband?"
She kept silent.
Fatty directed the gun back into my holster.
I sighed before securing it in place.
"I’m not as patient as he is, so if I were you, I'd speak up fast," I warned.
Fatty pulled the lady further into the house.
A wooden table and 3 old stools.
The dim light in the room barely illuminated our faces.
The old lady smiled bitterly. "I don't have much to offer you here."
"It’s alright. Let’s talk about your husband," Fatty said warmly.
