Chapter 42: Gazi, Dalton

Thursday. Unknown.

KIDS WERE FUCKING CREEPY.

Gazi had always kept that thought to himself. He wasn't the kind of guy who doted on little versions of people he already knew. Especially when they locked him in what he could only assume was a coat closet. One of those kids looked like a guy he'd killed.

There was just enough space for him to sit and stretch out his legs. If he put out both arms, they wouldn't fully extend. There were gouges on the wall. He wasn't the first person to get tossed in here. The door had to be reinforced and the walls weren't just drywall or he'd have kicked through them by now. No, this was a cell and he was a prisoner. It wasn't the first time. In his line of work, some shit went sideways. But he'd always known the score. Here, he had no idea what was going on.

Time had blended together. He didn't know how long he'd been here or what the fuck was going on, only that he really did not like children.