"I swear I don't know!" Hudson shouted, the chains on his wrists clanging. "I don't know anything about that, even if you kill me!"
Lola casually swung her foot to and fro, her leg resting over the other. Her initial questioning was simple. She didn't immediately ask about what he had done to her, or anything related to Lola, to avoid him from tracing her real agenda. Hence, she used information Amala had gathered about Hudson, which Lola had spent time reading on the night the file reached her.
"So, you just don't know where this person is?" she hummed, playing the syringe between her fingers. "You pimped her out, and then she just suddenly disappeared. Yet, you don't know or even look for one of your missing girls?"
Hudson clenched his teeth, almost glaring at the person who had been trying to squeeze him out about a missing runaway turned prostitute.
