Neha Spam
[He doesn't know where to begin to find Sam so he tries his luck with Neha. He's been watching her for a while anyway. Something about the way she moves intrigued him, who would've thought that would come in handy? He enters her apartment, grabs a carving knife in the kitchen and waits for her to return. It's not long, only 10 minutes. He comes up behind her and grabs her gently but firmly by the throat before she has a chance to undress on her way into the shower.
She smells good. Sweet and delicate like a little flower, but all that is masked by the not so subtle smell of hard liquor. They always ruin it.] Don't scream. [He advises, touching her softly on the back, just over the kidney with the tip of the knife. It won't hurt her. It's just to help her understand her situation.] I'm looking for Sammy. You wouldn't happen to know where he is, would you?