Questions are Asked

Jane Dawkins stared blankly at the wall of Mark Donovan’s garage, now tied to an old office chair. She didn’t result, flinch, or complain, which was no surprise considering currently frozen for her and everyone else save for two individuals. The same two individuals who had brought her here.

“Are you sure this is a good idea,” Katie asked as she looked over the girl’s restraints. “Those restraints seem rather loose.”

“They are that way so as to not damage her if she thrashes around. Remember, she’s never going to leave this house under her own power ever again. Besides, it’s more psychological if anything. Besides it worked on Haley.”

“Thats not guaranteed to work again,” Katie pointed out. “Jane here is a criminal, Haley isn’t.”

“True. But do you have any better ideas?”

“Not really. My skill set is more in the actual interrogation.”

Mark raised an eyebrow. “Do I want to know?”

“Probably not. It’s actually probably better for you to leave the room if I need to use those skills.”

“Uh—sure.”

“You ready to do this?”

Mark nodded. “Time start!”

Jane Dawkins blinked several times. This wasn’t where she was just a second ago. She was on 1st street, about to snatch the wallet of another rich bastard. She tried to move, only to find herself tied to a chair.

“What the fuck?! Where the hell am I? Who the hell are you? How did I get here?”

Mark and Katie simply stared at the tied up girl without saying a word. They both silently agreed that it was best to let Jane burn off her anger before beginning their questions. They didn’t have to wait long before the barrage of curses came to an end.

“Let’s see if we can make this simple shall we?” Mark began. “Your going to tell us some information.”

“Why would I tell you anything.”

“Oh, maybe my ability to kidnap you and transport you here in under a second can persuade you.”

Jane looked confused, Katie looked like she wanted to slap herself on the forehead. It was at this moment, Mark realized—he fucked up his wording.

“Right, let’s go simpler. Where is Vivian Bailey?”

There was a flash of recognition at the name on Jane’s face. The brunette tried her best to hide it quick, but it was too late. Both Mark and Katie saw it. Jane knew exactly where Vivian was.

“I don’t know who you are talking about,” Jane lied.

“Your not that good of a lier Jane,” Katie said, stepping forward.

The color drained from Jane’s face. “How—how do you know who I am?”

“The same way we know you have taken Vivian Bailey.”

“I uh— I really don’t know who you are talking about.” Jane tried to act more confident that position, but is was clear it was wavering. It was also clear it was going to take awhile. Then Katie said something that surprised him.

“Why don’t you go play with the other girl’s, I’ll call you when I got some answers.”

Mark initially looked confused, but knew Katie long enough and well enough to just go along with it.

“I’ll leave you to it then,” Mark declared before turning around and leaving the garage. He then made beeline for the living room where most of his dolls currently located.