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“This is the Slayer hold,” I said, grinning down at him. “You’ve heard about this, right? It’s how Ivan incapacitated his targets.”
“Your junk is rubbing against mine. It’s weird.”
“Yeah, I felt the same way the first time he showed me. But then I realized that no matter how I moved, I couldn’t break the hold without risking slitting my own throat.”
“You could have looked this up online,” he muttered.
“Right, I could have, but I wouldn’t have found anything. Not even the KGB knew exactly what he did to immobilize his targets. That’s something he only shared with me.”
“I could just tickle you.”
Huh, I hadn’t thought of that. “Why don’t you try it and see if it works.”
“And risk you slamming that knife into my throat? I don’t think so.”
“Which is exactly why this works,” I reiterated. “It really is a genius move.”
“And yet, it still doesn’t prove a thing.”
It didn’t. I shoved off him, holding out my hand for him to take. He slapped it away, rolling to his knees before standing. “So, what’s it going to take to prove to you that everything I said really happened?”
“Show me some fucking proof. Didn’t you take pictures while you were gone?”
“No phone,” I answered.
“Your tracker,” he said, his eyes narrowing. “It went dead that night.”
I pulled up my sleeve, showing him the scar on my arm. “Rafe dug it out. And he wasn’t exactly nice about it. For a man that needed me, he really had a shitty way of showing it.”
“Yeah, well, that’s who he is.”
“Does that mean you believe me?”
He huffed, stepping away from me. “Not even a little.” He pressed his finger to his ear. “IRIS, any word on that second bomb?”
“Not yet. We’re still clearing the buildings in the area.”
“And what if the bomb isn’t close by? What if it’s on the other side of the city?”
“I already thought of that, but the remote won’t be more than a block away. And in order for our bomber to trigger both devices, he has to be in range of both of them. I have Cash running background on everyone that hasn’t been evacuated from a one block radius.”
“That could take hours,” I grumbled, hearing the same thing he was.
“Roger that,” Thumper responded. “Just don’t make me wait too long down here or you’ll have a murder on your hands and it won’t be from the bomb.”
I glared at Thumper, not that he was paying attention.
IRIS’s laughter crackled through comms. “Have FNG tell you the story of how he dismantled a bomb. That’ll help pass the time.”
Thumper released the button and turned to me. “You already told IRIS?”
“Well, yeah. Unlike you, he was interested in my story.”
Sighing, Thumper walked over to the wall and slid down to the floor. “Fine, entertain me.”
It took everything in me not to roll my eyes at the man. I wasn’t just making this shit up. “Are you going to listen?”
“I asked you to tell me, didn’t I?”
