Tara was surprised to be looking at a familiar face, although the fangs were a new development as far as she knew.<br/><br/>"Hello, Chief," she greeted him. "What is this all about?" the girl spread her arms, as if embracing the entire room. "Why was I supposed to go to the rendezvous point tonight? Who am I supposed to be meeting?"<br/><br/>"Sit down," he instructed, pushing a straight back chair her direction with his booted foot.<br/><br/>Tara sat and he pulled up a chair, turned it backwards, straddled it and sat facing her.<br/><br/>"Now, you are going to answer the questions. Not ask them," he snarled, his fangs growing longer.<br/><br/>She opened her mouth to protest but he exclaimed, "Shut up!"<br/><br/>"Who were you coming to meet?" he inquired.<br/><br/>Tara frowned at him and gave him a look that screamed, "Duh."<br/><br/>"that is just what I asked you." she countered. " I have no idea. The Boss told me to come to the rendezvous point. Rendezvous, rendezvous. Damn stupid word."<br/><br/>"Focus." Tomlinson shouted at her, gripping the back of the chair until his knuckles were white.<br/><br/>"Look. There was a suitcase. I think it had fake ids or passports or something. I know they were taken from my Inn using that tunnel that your goon took me from. That's it. That's all I know." Tara shrugged. Brazen it out, don't look scared or unsure, that would be a sure way to get killed quick.<br/><br/>"too bad you don't know more, but the gators will surely think your white skin is good eating." he said, standing.