“Now,” she said, grinning, moving towards her prey, reaching for him with her actual fists. “I don’t got fucking time to be delicate, so I’ma ask you some questions, n’I’m only gonna ask once. Get me?”
The faintly gurgled response sounded like a yes.
“Who’s yer boss?”
“Me,” came a smooth voice from behind her.
She loosed her hold, whirling around in the blackness to face the other direction. “Listen, asshole. Can we just turn on the fucking lights?”
“Ah, Ms. Jones, but they are,” was the answer.
Dread poured icewater down her spine.
“They have been, the whole while.”