"Okay, okay! Don't do it, man! I'll talk! I'll tell you everything I know!" Boy Blue sang like a canary. "I don't know the guy's name, but he came into the club last week and said he would pay a million dollars to anyone who found him! He said to bring the kid to the club and "V" would know what to do!" The guy was rambling. Funny how men decided to sing when faced with death.
I looked at Rick, questioning, but he shrugged his shoulders and shook his head.
I yanked Boy Blue's head back further, shoving the Ballistics knife closer to his throat. "Who's 'V'?"
Boy Blue's eyes went blank. "You know who 'V' is, Steve! You see him every day!"
"Who's 'V'?" I demanded, shoving the knife closer as blood trickled down his throat.
Then understanding dawned in his eyes. "You're not Steve."
