CHAPTER TWO.

  

                Chapter Two.
    No one stole from Carlos. No matter how big or small no one stole. That was his rule and up until now it had been respected by those working beneath him in this wealth country. They had heard stories of what he had done to those who stole from him in his country.
    Now it was time to make new stories to frighten even those who were dying or already dead.
    “Who helped you to rob me my friend?”Carlos did not yell.  He had maintained the same tone of voice even when his thugs were beating the crap out of Joel. Talking in that same relaxed just fuckin with you tone while listening to Joel begged them to stop kicking him until he choked on the pain and woke a few seconds later to find himself being duct taped to what had been his favor chair.
    “I don’t know.”Joel swallowed the blood in his mouth rather than spitting it out. He did not want to offend the well-dressed foreigner pacing back and forth in front of him or the guy who leaned against the wall beside his bed. That guy had not done anything or said anything since they burst into his loft. His stillness scared him more than the rage that the other four men had shown while beating him.
    “You don’t know what?”Carlos said.
    “What?”
    “Finish your sentence. Form a complete thought.”Riddle said.
    “I don’t know about, about your diamonds.”Joel said.
    The man leaning against the wall straightened his tie and pushed away from the wall. He reached into his pocket and pulled something out that Joel could not see.
    “Somebody broke into my employer’s club. Broke into the cash safe and clean it out. Broke into the secondary safe that only someone working there would have known about.”The silent man said as he dropped down to one knee in front of Joel as if he was about to pop the question. He raised his right hand to eye level to show that he was holding a knife with a short blade. “I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Mr. Riddle and I only accept truthful answers.”
    Riddle cut open the pants leg below Joel’s left knee.
    “No, no, no.”Joel muttered.
    Riddle did not look up. A short and well practice swipe of the blade opened up Joel’s leg just below the kneecap. Joel cried out in pain as the blood began to flow. Riddle propped the wound open with his fingers as if he was doing nothing more difficult than looking for a splinter. He stabbed the blade into the wound and gave it a violent twist that brought forth a skreak of agony as Riddle gave the knife a quick twist and pulled into view a dangle of severed knee tendons.
    “In order I expect you to tell me where you have your share hidden. Second who was in on it and third where can they be found. Understand that talking will not save your life, but it will save you a great deal of pain. Lie to me and I am going to shove this knife up your piss pipe and pull your stones out.”Riddle wiped his blade on Joel’s other pants leg.

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