Daryl's Precious Gem (Daryl Dixon FanFiction)

28: Paper Trail

My fingers tapped on my forearm as I contained my anger from the prisoner. Each question I asked was either ignored or turned into a conversation that I refused to have. My patience grew thin as I continued questioning Owen.

"When was the last time you saw your boss?" I crossed my arms as I leaned against the wall.

"Isn't it old now to call him boss?" Owen smirked. "Why don't you just call him daddy?"

My teeth ground together as he pushed my buttons. This is exactly what he wanted! I never should've opened my mouth yesterday about my father as now that's all Owen wanted to focus on.

"You said to me yesterday that there's many of them. What did you mean by that?"

"I like this good-cop-bad-cop thing you've got going." Owen laughed as he checked his bandaged leg. Rick and Abraham restrained him as Denise fixed him up. If it weren't for Owen knowing about my father they would've let him die from the infection. I was slowly regretting their decision.

"If you don't start giving me answers I won't hesitate to kill you." I threatened.

"You may want to kill me but the curiosity will eat you alive if you do. Especially when I have the answers you're seeking." 

"Then how do you suppose we go about this?" I raised an eyebrow.

"I will tell you where one of them is located if you let me go."

"Tell me all of them and I will consider it." I narrowed my eyes at him.

Owen laughed, "You're good! Were you a cop before this?"

I shook my head. He wasn't going to give up any answers. At this point he was just dragging on his inevitable death. "From this moment on you will starve in this cell! No food or water from here on out. I don't care if you rot in this cell. What I know for sure is that you won't be leaving it alive!"

As I walked away Owen held onto the bars, "Wait! What if I give you his name?"

I turned on my heel and walked back towards the cell. "A name won't do me any good."

"This one will!" Owen practically begged. "They all call themselves it!"

"Alright then. Tell me." I stood back and waited. Owen eyed me as he hesitated. I rolled my eyes and stormed off as I had enough of him for today.

"No wait!" Owen shouted as I jogged up the stairs and out of the hall.

I released a shaky breath as Rick followed me out side. "He's not going to cave in."

"Starving Owen and keeping him off of pain killers should make him reconsider." Rick rested his hands on his hips.

"I can't go back down there today Rick. I will lose my temper." I admitted. "Can I go hunting or on a supply run?"

"Aaron and Spencer were talking about going on a run today. You might be able to catch them before they leave." Rick pointed to the gate.

"Thanks!" I smiled at Rick before jogging over to Aaron and Spencer.

"You two need another set of hands?" I asked.

Aaron grinned, "Could always use an extra set of hands!"

"Tired of interrogating the man?" Spencer quirked an eyebrow at me.

"More like needed a break." I admitted. "Damn guy won't cave in. It's like he's too afraid of his boss."

"Do you still think it's your father?" Aaron asked.

"I have no clue." I frowned. "Rick figures he only said that to distract me."