He takes a step back scared.
"Who sent you?" I don't answer the question, instead, I kick him on the groin making him groan in pain as he falls back on the bed.
I stretch my arm for him to give me the necklace but he shakes his head.
He is making this complicated and I was planning not to leave any casualties behind. But if he continues being hardheaded then I'll just have to do whatever I can.
"Who sent you?" He asks the same question again and I'm tempted to kick him in the balls again. He should already get it that I'm not going to give him that answer.
"Now, you're either going to give me the necklace willingly or I take it from you, it's your choice."
"Coffey sent you, right?" His question catches me by surprise but I quickly wipe off the look.
He knows Coffey.
I'm a little su
