Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem novel Chapter 1150

The young man glared at him for a few tense seconds before speaking up, "So, what do you want from me?"

"I'm here to make a deal. You spill what you know, and I'll get people on trying to save your hide. Whether they manage to or not, well, that's on you."

"And if I don't wanna talk?" the young man challenged.

"Simple. I leave, and you can kiss your ass goodbye," Tarquin replied with an indifferent shrug.

The young man ground his teeth in frustration.

He had anticipated Tarquin coming to him, but not like this. So calm, so detached. He had expected Tarquin to do everything in his power to pry information out of him, not act like he didn't give a damn.

The young man couldn't get a read on Tarquin's psyche and didn't dare push too hard. After all, staying alive was his top priority, and right now, Tarquin was his only lifeline.

"I don't know his real identity. All I know is there's a massive research facility beneath the newspaper office. They've been conducting experiments in secrecy, using the staff as their guinea pigs," the young man reluctantly shared.

"Guinea pigs?"

"Yeah, they'd inject us with stuff periodically, keep us under constant surveillance, taking notes on every possible metric."

"What are they researching?" Tarquin pressed.

"Details? I'm in the dark as much as you are. All I know is that we were their lab rats."

Tarquin frowned, his mother had worked at that newspaper too. Was she one of their lab rats?

After a brief silence, Tarquin asked, "What exactly does he want from me?"

The young man exhaled deeply, "Something vital to their research, incredibly important to them. Apparently, it's the result of over twenty years of work, and your mother somehow managed to get her hands on it."

Tarquin fell silent again, his mind racing with thoughts.

"Is he a foreigner or a local?" Tarquin finally inquired.

"A local," the young man answered.

Tarquin's expression tightened visibly, a clear sign of distress.

The young man frowned, "You seem like you might know who it is?"

Without a word, Tarquin turned and left.

Sitting alone in his car, Tarquin lit a cigarette, taking long, deep drags in silence, one after another.