Devil in Disguise

CH-4: Whodunnit

"Get in the car!" Shouted the man. I still didn't know whether or not to trust him, but it wasn't like I had too many options, so I did as told.
" Will you at least tell me what's going on?"
"No, I won't. For all I know, you could've murdered the President. You aren't even an American citizen!"
"Hello! Are you even listening to yourself? You had locked me behind a 12 inch solid steel door? How the hell could I have even gotten out of there, let alone done anything to the President?"
" You make a valid point, but still, this is top secret information, and I can't tell you anything."
After that, we drove in silence for about an hour. I was nearly asleep. Then, all of a sudden, he stopped. The jolt shook me awake. A nearby sign read: Welcome to Long Island dry cleaners. Oh, great, I thought. Now the guy needs to pick up his laundry.
"Get out." He said.
"Here?"
He nodded, and then gestured me to follow him. I followed him. He went to the shopkeeper. Before he could say anything, the shopkeeper said" Nice shoes."
"Oh, these? I got them from a visitor."
" Where does he live?"
"He's not from around here."
Once this dialogue was complete, the shopkeeper pushed the showpiece behind him. The curtains parted, and where I had assumed to see a window, a door swung open.
The man nodded at the shopkeeper and then gestured me to follow him.
Once again, being at a lack of options, I decided to follow. As I walked in, I was surprised to see-" a chair? Really? That's what we came here for! And I thought that it was-" " You, kid, are starting to irritate me. Can't you just shut the hell up?"
"I would, if I knew what was going on."
"Ok. I'll tell you on 2 conditions. First, you give me some peace and quite after this, and secondly, this is a matter of national security. So, if this conversation leaves the room, there is no place: no corner, crevice or chasm, where I cannot find you and strangle you to death. Accepted?"
"Accepted."
"Ok. Listen up. I am not going to repeat this."
"Go on."
" I "
"Go on"
"Am"
"Yes?"
"NOT GOING TO TELL YOU!"

In one swift movement, he hit me in the head with the back of his pistol, and I passed out.