Gilbert blinked. “Huh?”

Adare drew the knife forward and set it on Gilbert’s knee. “I asked you a question.”

“Oh. Okay.” Gilbert stared at the blade as if he couldn’t look away. “The pretty lady with hazel eyes? I didn’t deliver her to anybody.”

Adare grasped the knife. “You didn’t take her to the airport, and that’s where I paid you to take her.”

“Wait. Okay. Wait.” Gilbert shuddered. “She gave me a hundred dollars to take her somewhere else.”

“Liar.” Adare stood, flipping the knife around to more easily plunge the blade into Gilbert’s thigh. Grace had promised him she’d go to the Realm, and she’d looked him right in the eye as she’d made the vow. The only way she wasn’t where she’d said she’d be was if somebody had taken her. “The first time I stab you, it’s really going to hurt. The second time won’t be as bad, and the third will feel like a twinge.” He lowered his chin. “I could stab you at least a hundred times before you lose consciousness. Is that what you want?”

“No. That is definitely not what I want,” Gilbert gasped, trying to push his chair backward on the concrete. He didn’t move.

“Okay. Then I’ll give you one more chance. Tell me what happened to Grace.” Adare kept his voice soothing to throw off his prey.

Gilbert’s mouth dropped open and he stared at the knife. “Okay, now listen. I know I was supposed to take her to the airport, but when she got into the car, she asked me to take her to a car rental place that was far away from the airport. I wasn’t sure what to do, and then she gave me a hundred dollar bill, so I figured she should go where she wanted, you know?”

Adare plunged the knife into his leg, careful not to slice an artery or anything that couldn’t be easily fixed. For now.

Gilbert cried out and gasped, his chest moving wildly as he absorbed the pain.

Adare pulled the knife free, and Gilbert fell forward as much as his bindings would allow, hissing in agony. “Dude. That was so uncool,” he coughed.

Adare wiped blood off on Gilbert’s good leg. “I’m going to ask you again.”

“No.” Gilbert shook his head wildly. “Don’t ask me again. Don’t ask me anything. You don’t want the truth. I’m done. I’m done talking.”

Adare smiled. “No, you’re not. You’re nowhere near done.”

Gilbert whimpered.

Adare lifted the knife.

Benny held up a hand. “Just give this a second. Gilbert, what was the name of the car rental place?”

“Romeo’s Reasonable Rentals,” Gilbert said, his back arching and pain etched into the lines of his pale face.