Cale demanded, sitting in a chair as he stared through the bars at the man locked behind them. “And who’s his boss?” The man, standing in only his pants, shoved a hand through his bright red hair. “Go fuck yourself.” “No need to do that. Tell me what I want to know.” A sneer. “Or what? You’ll send that brooding behemoth after me? The one standing behind you?” He gripped the bars. “You can’t keep me like this.” “We are keeping you like this. And the one behind me, he’s going to get you anyway. I was just hoping to keep it less messy. You don’t answer me, you’ll answer him.” A shrug. “Either way works for me.” The chuckle wasn’t so smug this time. “What is this supposed to be? Good cop, bad cop?” “Not at all. One, we’re not cops. But then you know that, don’t you?” “You’re freaks,” he hissed. “And let me tell you, The New Order will stop you and darkness will reign again.” “And you call us freaks,” he muttered. “If you’re so confident, why won’t you tell us what you know?
