Threatening was getting them nowhere, Silas thought. Even if he silently cheered at the punches Rae threw. The bastard deserved it, and Silas had been only seconds from doing that himself.
“Answer the question,” Silas demanded, un-phased when the man spit blood and part of a tooth out.
“I don’t know,” the man repeated, this time with a lisp, like he was in pain.
For once Silas wished he had even half of the interrogation abilities that Regan and Brandon possessed, because all he really wanted to do was beat the man up until he was nothing but a bloody pulp, and hope by the end of it that he was still awake enough and broken down enough to talk.
“Are you fucking stuck on repeat?” Silas snarled then glanced away only for a second to make sure that Rae and EJ were okay. The noise was probably freaking the poor kid out. It would probably be better off if he just ended the whole interaction and let someone else on Security do the heavy lifting. Or hell, even Brooks. The man was uncannily good at getting people to spill shit.
“I, I…” the man stuttered and tried to take a step out of Silas grasp, and Silas was just done with it. They weren’t getting anywhere with him. So instead of letting the man continue to stutter and give them non-answers Silas angled an elbow up and got the man hard under the chin. Hard enough to knock him out.
He let the dead weight of their intruder slump to the floor before he turned around to Rae.
“EJ okay?” he asked, though he figured the answer would be yes. “I gotta take this fucker down to holding, and probably let Jones and Stone know what’s up. The two of you gonna be okay if I go?” He could always get Regan or Brandon to come here and retrieve the guy for him, even if it was pretty late.