The large shadow’s pistol lowered to his side. His head jerked to the side and someone came and untied me. The curtains were closed and a light turned on. My surroundings slowly became clearer. It was a small motel room, cheap but decent. It wasn’t too bad. The man who had untied me sat in the corner in a high backed cushioned chair. He was mid-thirties, with short jet black hair, deep blue eyes and pale skin. He looked muscular for someone so thin. My eyes looked forward and there stood the man who had been questioning me. Tall, dark and handsome as the ladies might put it. He was built and i figured he may not have been using all his strength when he rammed my face with his gun.
“So-”
“Wait,” i said sternly. “There’s one thing i need before anything else happens. This is of extreme importance…”
“What is it?”
“Black coffee.”