The Interview

This post was written for Friday Fictioneers based on the following prompt:

Copyright -Claire Fuller

Photo Copyright -Claire Fuller

Leon took a long drag from his cigarette before dropping the butt in the grass and stamping it out. Sighing, he ran his hands through his hair and went back inside the building.

He approached the man tied to the chair from behind, his footfalls echoing through the deserted workshop. “We’re going to try this one more time, Jimmy.”

He knelt before Jimmy and looked him square in the eyes. “Should your answer be less than satisfactory, things will, unfortunately, get a bit messier than either of us would like.”

Leon took a deep, calming breath. “Where’s the money, Jimmy?”

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