Chapter 8

Tim yells out his frustration and gets a sound slap as an answer. He will not be silent. “Why? Why did you kill him? He knew nothing about whatever it is that you want.”

There is a dry laugh, probably from the one who hit him.

“Who—that little fag? Oh yeah, he was your boyfriend.”

“What do you want?” Tim tries to follow the direction of the voice. He can’t see a thing from behind the blindfold, but his sharpened other senses tell him there are more people present.

“You know exactly what we want.”

“No, I don’t. Who are you?”

“You don’t have to know. Come on, Tim, just tell us where the necklace is and we’ll let you go. You won’t recognize us and we won’t need to kill you.”

“Liar, Sean—”

He should have felt someone coming behind him but he didn’t, and Tim gasps as his hair is wrenched back. A cold sharp point of a knife is pressed against his exposed throat.