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Wait…wasn’t this about his brother?
Bremmer’s cell chimed, drawing him away. He reached into his pocket and pulled it out, swiped, and lifted it to his ear. “Yeah,” he gasped. “Message given and received, loud and clear.”
He looked down at me and I saw the emptiness in his soul.
The utter gaping hole where his soul should be.
“I understand.” He said. “I’ll call you as soon as it’s done.”
As soon as it’s done?
As soon as what’s done?
I shook my head, staring as he lowered his cell and ended the call.
“Don’t do this.” I shook my head. “You don’t need to do this.”
He took a step forward. All I saw was the gun, and that panic came roaring back. Only now I didn’t have Riven to save me.
Bremmer leaned down with the gun in his hand. Even if I’d dared to try to fight back, I couldn’t. Not physically at least.
“Your brother is dead,” I started, trying to keep the shake from my voice. “And yet you’re doing Hale’s dirty work. Why? Money, power? Does he have something over you?”
“Shut up.”
“He’s using you.” I licked my lips and kept going. “Once he’s done, he’ll leave you behind. Even if you didn’t love your brother, you still have something you love.” I glanced at the badge on his pocket. “Your job, your career. Are you really willing to risk that for a man like Hale?”
He pushed the gun under my jaw, those empty eyes glinting with hunger. “Keep going. I’d love nothing more than to splatter your brains all over the side of my car.”
I froze as the muzzle pressed harder. The faint scent of gun oil filled my nostrils. It had been cleaned, and recently. He slowly pulled away and straightened until he slid it back into his holster. One glance down to my crotch and he gave a chuff. “Didn’t wet yourself. Usually men like you piss themselves.”
Men like me?
He was telling me something.
He was telling me he’d done this before…many times.
“Now get the fuck up.” He leaned over, grabbed my arm, and hauled me upwards.
My head throbbed and my mouth was swelling, causing me to swallow my blood. Still, I shoved upwards and leaned against the car until I caught my breath. He yanked open the back door and jerked his head.
I stumbled backwards, then dropped down, hitting the seat before I swiveled around and lifted my feet inside.
Thud.
The door closed behind me. He climbed back in, yanked his door closed, and started the engine. There was a chilling silence between us as he drove, one that only grew colder as we headed back along the isolated road to the mountain highway. I looked left, to the stretch of road as it rose steeply. My home was up there and my family. Yet I’d never felt so far away from them as in this moment.
Fear moved in, but instead of withdrawing into myself, I focused on the man in front of me. He wasn’t just a sinner, he was a pawn in the Devil’s work.
“You will die, you get that, right?” I winced as pain radiated through my jaw. “Men like you don’t make it out of this.”
He glanced into the rear-view mirror and pushed the car harder, picking up speed as we made for the city, not saying a word. But I knew he’d heard me, and that only strengthened my faith. I gently worked my jaw, focusing on him as I sat with my hands grinding against the seat back.
We left the mountain far behind and headed into the city, pulled into the driveway beside the FBI building, and stopped at the massive steel doors to the underground garage. Where they bring prisoners. Was that my fate now? To be imprisoned for a crime I didn’t commit?
But I had killed…hadn’t I?
The steel doors rose and we pulled inside, coming to a stop near a set of double doors. Two of the agents who were at the house were there, waiting. Bremmer switched off the car and climbed out before opening the back door.
