Jake Randolph: Origins Pt. 200

"The story I hear," Russo continued, "is that you got paid weeks ago and you kept that money in the bank to draw interest on it. Is that true?"

Sweat beads were drag racing each other off the man's forehead and down his cheeks. The pallor of his face morphed from ghostly white to blood red in an instant.

"Well... well...," Herron said, stammering.

Russo grabbed a bottle, broke the bottom off the end by slamming it down against the side of the table, and held the jagged edge against Herron's throat.

"Don't lie to me, Herron. Don't do it."