He opened the door into the house.

 

A moment later everything went dark. * * * Quentin slowly opened his eyes and

saw his knees and then the floor.

 

He raised his head slowly. The pain shot through his skull with just this simple

movement. He felt like he might be sick.

 

Then something grabbed the back of his neck and jolted him straight up. He cried

out with the pain before his gaze came to rest on Rogers. “What the hell are you

doing?” he screamed. “You took your time getting here. Myers called you last

night.” “What the hell business is it of yours?” “I have some questions for

you.” “Questions? For me? You’re a fucking bar bouncer.” Rogers tightened his

grip on the man’s neck just enough to see the slight bulge in Quentin’s eyes.

 

Quentin swung a fist at Rogers, who easily deflected it. “Questions,” said

Rogers again. “And you take another swing at me, I’ll break every bone in your

body.” Quentin’s gaze fell on Myers, who was seated across from him and tied to

the chair she was in. “You bitch! You set me up.” “He was going to kill me,

Josh,” said Myers pitiably. “Great!” spat Quentin. “Now this psycho’s going to

kill us both!” Roger cuffed him on the jaw. “Shut up.” Quentin howled in pain

until Rogers gripped him by the chin and twisted him around so they were eye to

eye. “Questions. You answer them, I don’t kill you.” “Bullshit. You think I’m

stupid?” “I don’t want you. I want her.” “Who?” said a bewildered Quentin.

“Claire,” answered Myers. “He wants Claire Jericho.” Quentin took a moment to