The man jerks, his body convulsing as dribble slips from his open mouth. His pupils blow wide, the black taking over the dark blue as his breathing becomes laboured. Victor looks over his shoulder at me, frowning, as I relax in the seat opposite and wait. Five minutes pass before his posture finally slackens and I crouch in front of him again.
“What’s your name?” I demand, going in for an easy question.
“Tyler Colon.”
Victor’s head snaps up and looks at me. His mouth opens and closes like a dying fish, I can’t help but smirk.
“What the fuck is that?”
“Eh,” I wave him away, “truth serum.”
“You have truth serum all the time and didn’t fucking tell us?”
“Are you trying to say it wasn’t fun beating the shit out of him?” Victor looks bashful at that, and I grin manically.
I love being right almost as much as I love being in bed with Fae. Turning back to who I now know as Tyler, I lean forward on my knees as his eyes dart left to right, looking for a way out. He won’t have one.
“The warehouse at Breakwater Way, who runs it?” I ask for what feels like the hundredth time.
“Don’t… don’t know, boss. Just… boss.” Tyler’s voice comes out husky and strained as Victor and I exchange a look.
“How many warehouses do you know exist?” Victor asks.
“Two,” his is answer is so instantaneous that I regret not doing this earlier.
“Locations?” I demand.
“Breakwater and Hythe Docks.”
Interesting, we know about Hythe already from Jack. Maybe this little lackey is so low on the totem pole he’s not given all the information, or maybe Jack was fucking us and sending us on a wild goose chase. I know I would. I’d make sure they got so overwhelmed with information that every time they reached a dead end, they felt like giving up.
“How many girls?” I press as Victor swears under his breath. His body is coiled tight with anger and I realise he is probably having memories of his damsel in one of those rooms.
“…six,” he says, gritting his teeth like he’s trying to stop from speaking but can’t.
“Six in Hythe?” I clarify, my stomach turning cold, and he nods weakly. My teeth grind as I lean closer to him.
“Dr. Fisher,” I say clearly, Tyler jolts at the name. “Is he your boss?”
“One of them, I… I think, I don’t know,” he cries out as Victor slaps him hard across his already broken jaw.
“How don’t you know?!” I bark at him.
“He works for the boss, he… he comes in and checks the girls. He brings new merchandise every six months, and depending how they behave depends on how we break them in.”
“Break them in.” Victor whispers, I don’t think it was meant to be aloud.
“How old are these girls you break in?” I growl and Tyler actually whimpers at the sound.
“Don’t, don’t man, don’t make me tell you…” his body spasms with the pain of keeping in the truth.
It really is a beautiful invention. Not only can he not lie, but withholding information hurts, really hurts. I jump off my chair as I grab his cheeks with one hand, squeezing his wobbly jaw tight and watching as his brows pinch with pain.
“Don’t make me ask you again.”
“Twelve to twenty-one,” he whispers, my blood burns with rage at the thought.
“How old are the girls you have now?” Victor shouts.