Raymond shifted his weight slightly, the subtle movement somehow more threatening than any overt gesture. Trevor flinched.
"The organization..." Trevor continued, scrambling for words that might save him. "We have protocols. Layers of protection. The person who gave me the job isn't the same person who ordered it."
The gamble stretched before him like a precipice. Tell Raymond what he wanted to know and face certain death from his own people, or refuse and face whatever this man had planned for him right here, right now. The inhuman strength Raymond had already demonstrated made that option terrifyingly clear.
Trevor's mind raced through scenarios, each ending worse than the last. The cold concrete beneath his knees seemed to leach the last warmth from his body as seconds stretched into eternity.
