His fist went through the plaster leaving a gaping hole. "I'll torture and kill you," he whispered his voice a low dangerous growl.
James walked out of the mansion and got into his car. Adam was waiting for him in the passenger seat a silent and imposing presence. James looked angry and tired his face a swollen mess.
"Did you get what I asked you for?" Adam asked his voice a cold flat monotone that sent a shiver down James's spine.
James held out his bag. But then he remembered the money he had taken from Philips. It was still in the bag. In his anger and his haste he had forgotten to put it somewhere else. He tried to pull the bag back but Adam was too fast. He grabbed the bag with a surprising strength.
"What's wrong?" Adam asked his eyes boring into James's. "What are you hiding?"
James smiled a nervous pathetic smile. "No I'm not hiding anything," he said his voice a little too high a little too shrill.
