The car travels for a while, a turn here, a turn there, a stop here, an acceleration there. Eventually it stops and the engine is turned off.

Vinnie has no idea how much time has passed since they left the apartment. Nor where they are now.

He hears the trunk open.

"Welcome to my own little 'safe house'. The cellar is just over here. Need any help?" says the man, sarcasm dripping from every word.

He hooks his hand around Vinnie's neck and roughly hoists him out of the car, tumbling him onto the floor.

"And try not to hurt yourself, that's MY job" he sneers.