Right Hand On My Heart

You Want In To Get Under My Skin

Dave hates leaving Kirk alone, especially now when everything's going to shit, but keeping these fuckwits away from Kirk is his best option right now and perhaps having a talk with Gar will shed a little light on the situation at hand. He doubts it, but Dave will play along for now and see what Gar's really up to. Maybe it's dumb of Dave to willingly climb in the back of Gar's rickety Cadillac without knowing where they're going, but Gar isn't stupid enough to try something. At least Dave hopes he's not.

They ride mostly in silence with the exception of the radio playing in the background. Gar and Lars talk amongst themselves about nonsense as Dave looks out the car window to see what part of town they're heading to just in case shit goes down. They're on the shitty side of town, no surprise there, where junkies and prostitutes hang around. A friend of Dave's used to have a butcher shop over here, but he crossed a line with Menza and now the neighborhood's gone to hell. Ironic how someone as shady as Menza keeps neighborhoods safe and clean.

Menza might be a bastard, but he's not a fucking bastard.

Eventually, they reach their destination and pull over beside the curb. Gar shuts the car off and climbs out with Lars following his lead. Dave steps out of the car, feeling it dip under his weight as he shifts and slams the door close. The car makes a few creaking noises before finally settling. Dave walks around the backside of the car while Gar goes around the front and follows the two men down a nondescript alleyway. It feels like a setup to being murdered and left without a trace and Dave has to admit it kind of puts him on edge for a moment.

It's broad daylight, sure, but it's in a shitty part of town and there aren't any witnesses around. At least none that'd be willing to talk after being paid off to keep silent. Dave isn't sure if Gar and/or Lars is packing any heat. All Dave knows is that he's unarmed since he left in such a hurry. He tries not to think about that as both goons come to a stop and turn around to face him. On the outside, Dave is calm and collected, expression stoic and unwavering, but inside his heart is slightly out of cadence. Not exactly pumping out of fear, but with adrenaline.

"Lovely office you guys got here," Dave scoffs as he takes a look around the filthy alley; coming off as nonchalant. "Is there a reason why you assholes dragged me here?"

"Straight to the point. I like that," Gar applauds, clasping his hands together. An all too cheery smile spreads across his face and looks Dave directly in the eyes. He almost looks maniacal. "We wanna know where Jason is."

"Jason? What the fuck do you want Jason for?" Dave inquires, eyebrows knitting together in confusion.

Why is Jason such a popular subject as of late? Everyone was talking about Jason; he even overheard a few of the staff talking about him in hushed whispers yesterday. He was told Jason was visiting family back home. Was there something Dave was missing?

"Jason owes us a lot of money. We tried being reasonable, giving him a chance, but he missed a payment and now it's a week overdue," Gar divulges, wrapping it all up in a sigh.

Well that explains why Gar is so keen on finding Jason. Dave's aware that Jason was in debt, even offered him money out of his own pocket to help the kid out, but refused any type of charity thrown his way. Jason is stubborn like that. He wanted to pay it back with his own money and he stayed on top of it as well. Dave always made sure to check in with him every couple of weeks, but this past month has been especially tasking and now Dave isn't sure what's going on with Jason anymore. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't worried now.

"We asked around your club, but those whores of yours must have a fucking Union or something 'cus none them seemed too enthusiastic on telling us what we wanted to know," Gar continues.