He shoved him against the wall, but the music in the club was so loud nobody noticed.
"Don't. Say. A. Word," he hissed through his clenched teeth, his mouth pulled into a nasty snarl. This was accentuated by the fact that his lips were tattooed grimly to appear as a mouth with no skin. His eyes were deep and sunken in, dark black circles on his otherwise attractive face. "If you make any noise, I'll slit your throat."
Everly held a serrated knife to the man's throat, making the promise of slitting it all the more realistic.
The pathetic man whimpered, his short, pink hair slicked back on his head. "I don't know," he whimpered. "I never saw her here! I wasn't even working, I swear!"
Unamused, Everly ground his teeth together. "Tell the truth."
The guy just burst into tears, and Everly shoved him against the wall once more. What he didn't know, was that on the other side of the thin wall, there was a man smoking a Cuban cigar. A man he had been looking for for a very long time. A man who whose throat was more worth slitting.
Everly grabbed the man by his hair.
"I will scalp you, if you don't start talking."