From Truth To Lies
I said, voice low and sharp, "You and I both know you have a stash somewhere. Don't make this difficult."
Darius shook his head quickly, "I swear, I don’t! Even if I wanted to, making a bomb isn’t something you just do in a couple of hours!"
I narrowed my eyes, my patience wearing thin.
"You're really testing me, Darius."
He gulped, "I… I’m telling the truth, man! I don’t have a stash! If I did, I’d…"
I motioned to my men.
One of them stepped forward, wheeling in a rusted saw machine. The whir of the rotating blade filled the room with a sharp, menacing hum. Darius’s face drained of color, his hands clutching the edges of his chair as if he could disappear into it.
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