Fenner said to Alex, “Bring the punk into the cabin. I want to talk to him.”
Alex said, “Sure,” and brought Miller down into the small brightly lit cabin.
Miller stood shivering, staring at Fenner with bloodshot eyes.
Fenner said, “Here’s your chance, canary. You talk and you’ll survive. Where can I find Thayler?”
Miller shook his head. “I don’t know,” he mumbled. “I swear I don’t know.”
Fenner looked at Alex. “He don’t know,” he said.
Alex swung his fist hard into Miller’s face. There was the faint sound of his arm in flight, then a thud as his fist crushed Miller’s face.
Miller reeled back against the cabin wall, putting his hands to his face.
“Where’s Thayler?”
“I swear I don’t know. If I knew I’d tell you. Honest to God, I don’t know. . . .”