His question was never completed. Adam's hand moved in a hazy blur. His fingers dug into the soft flesh as he took the man by the throat. The man's eyes widened in fear. Adam pushed him back into the tiny toilet stall after spinning him around. He slammed the door and ushered them into the small, dark room.
The man began to struggle as he tried to scratch the hand that was choking him to death.
Adam pressed his lips to the man's ear as he leaned in close. "If you wish to survive," he said in a chilly, poisonous hiss. "You will tell me everything you know." Concerning The Byrd. regarding your work. Everything.
The man's eyes got even bigger. He got it. He made an effort to nod in agreement. Adam relaxed his hold just enough to allow the man to breathe so he could speak after sensing the desperate attempt at communication.
The man gasped in a ragged whisper, "I am just a small-time operator."
