Your arm is yanked back at an uncomfortable angle. The rope is bound tighter. "Now, who is Hale," the man is back in your face. You spit at him out of instinct. He hisses and smacks you hard. "BITCH," he yells. "Is Hale your lover?" You nod. He smiles a ugly smile. Hale is... A. In cahoots with me B. Dead C. Just over there