We approach a quiet suburban area. What the fuck would anyone living in a suburb like this want with Freya? The roads are quiet as we drive through before Dag pulls up to a house. There are no cars in the driveway, but we walk up to the door anyway, hearing noises inside. The vehicles are probably in the double door garage next to the house.
Dag rings the bell. I would kick the fucking door in, but I don’t think Tor would be too pleased with me. A man in his late fifties opens the door. The surprise on his face is comical when he sees the two of us standing on the other side. If I wasn’t pissed, I would probably find it funny because he probably thinks we are here to rob him.
“Umm, can I help you?”
“Are you Mr. Fredrickson?” The man looks surprised at Dag’s question, but he nods. “Do you own a blue Ford?”
“Yes, what is this about?” There is a hesitation when Dag asks him if he owns the blue Ford, which leads me to believe that there is more to this story than what meets the eye.
“Someone driving that vehicle threw a brick through my woman’s window.”
I can see the surprise and anger on Mr. Fredrickson’s face, which tells me that it wasn’t him.
“I’m so sorry. Was anyone hurt?” he asks.
“Who was driving the vehicle, Mr. Fredrickson?”
Dag’s question has him hesitating before he answers. “My son drives that car. He is just a teenager and in a rebellious phase. I will pay for any damages that his actions have acquired.”
I take a step forward, which has him taking a step back. “We want to speak to your son.” I can see the worry on his face. He probably thinks that we are going to hurt his son, and I might still, if the asshole becomes cocky. I really just want to frighten the kid, so he learns never to do that again, and to know if anyone put him up to it.
“Why?”
“There have been threats made against my woman. We want to know if your kid knows anything about it.”
The man pales before he starts shaking his head. “My son’s rebellious, but he’s not a criminal. He wouldn’t go to those lengths.” He glances over his shoulder and then back at us. “You’re not going to hurt him, are you?”
“No, but I think he needs a fright, maybe get him over his rebellion.”
I can see he’s hesitant, but he nods, turning his back on us.
“Craig,” he calls.
“What?”
“There are two gentlemen here to see you.” Dag elbows me and grins, mouthing the word ‘Gentlemen’.I shake my head at his strange sense of humour just as Craig walks towards the door, I can see a surprised look on his face and then he is looking behind him hesitantly as if he’s thinking about bolting. Stupid kid, I’ll catch him before he gets away, but he thinks better of it as he steps up next to his father.
“Umm, yeah?”
“You know why we are here?” Dag asks with a raised brow at him, I simply fold my arms and stare, waiting.
He looks at us cautiously as he shrugs, then glances at his father before looking at us again. “No idea.”
Fuck, the last thing I want is to shake down a kid but if he won’t talk. I’m not taking a chance with my woman’s life.
“You threw a brick through someone’s window,” the dad suddenly says. “Why would you do that?”
At his fathers’ accusation, he tenses, his expression clearly guilty. “Some woman paid us to do it.”
I grunt. A woman is threatening Freya? “Do you know who she is?” I ask, only to receive another shrug from him.
“Didn’t you ask her any questions when she offered you money to go and vandalize someone’s property?” I swear if he doesn’t start talking soon, I’m going to peg him up to the door.
“No. She offered us one hundred dollars to just throw a brick through someone’s window. We didn’t ask any questions.” I can imagine that for a teenager that doesn’t know anything about exchange rate when someone offers him dollars instead of our current rand currency, he probably thinks he’s getting rich.
“Where is the money?” the father asks with an angry scowl on his face
“It’s my money.” I’ve had enough of his belligerent behaviour. I’ve never been one for patience, and I’m not going to start now. Snapping my hand forward, I grab him by the neck, pulling him close until he is nose-to-nose with me. I hear his father’s intake of breath, but to his credit he doesn’t interfere.