The man's breathing was still uneven as blood continued dripping slowly from his broken nose.
His back pressed against the cold restroom wall while the gun remained firmly against his forehead. His hands stayed raised, trembling slightly as he stared at the young man standing in front of him.
"I I don't even know who they are man," he stammered quickly.
"I swear it."
His voice cracked slightly as panic pushed the words out of his mouth.
"L-Look man there's no reason to take me hostage. I haven't killed anybody. I don't have any information. I'm just a bottom feeder."
His eyes darted nervously between the gun and Liam's face.
"I'm just doing what I'm told."
Liam said nothing for a few seconds.
The silence stretched out in the small restroom while the man's heartbeat pounded loudly in his ears.
Then Liam slowly tilted his head to the side.
"Hmmm."
The sound was soft but it made the man's stomach twist.
"And if I want information," Liam said calmly, "who would I go to?"
