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“I d-d-don’t know what you’re t-t-talking about.”
I took a step back and completed a full body perusal of the dirty fucker before speaking to Trench again. “You know what I think?”
“We torture the prick again?” He asked, playing along.
“Nah, that’s lost the luster it had in the beginning. I’ve grown bored. I think we should just let the prick go.” We both saw the minute hope lit Dave’s eyes. “Since he doesn’t have a boss, he won’t have to worry about them coming for him once he’s released. I’m sure if there is a boss, he won’t care that Dave might have spilled his guts to us, and that’s why we showed mercy and released him. Hell, whoever boss man is might think he works for our club now.” I turned back to Dave. “That won’t be a problem for you, will it?”
The fucker pissed himself again.
“We’re obviously giving him too much water,” I commented dryly.
“You can’t do that,” the corpse fucker whispered.
“Tell you what, Davey-boy, someone pinged your ISP the other day. You tell us how to respond, and we’ll clean you up, put you in a room, and let you live out your days as the club pet. You won’t come to any harm, you’ll be fed, and when we discard the club’s whores for doing wrong, we’ll give you the leftovers to play with.”
The gleam in his eyes was even better than the little nugget of hope we gave him previously. The sick fuck couldn’t help himself. Creepy-fucking-Dave started singing like a canary.
“The Violent Order,” he said and then sniffled as and looked around as if they might pop out of the woodwork somewhere.
“You’re saying that you work for that fucknut MC?” I couldn’t see them doing serious business with the likes of Dave, but then again, they were known to run whore houses and sell women, so it was possible they had branched out.
“Don’t work for them. They come buy some of my stuff sometimes. When they ping the ISP, it’s there way of asking if I have anything new. If I respond, it’s with small clips to show off the merchandise. If I don’t, they’ll check back in a couple weeks. If they already pinged, you shouldn’t respond until they do it again, otherwise they’ll know something is wrong.”
“So, you never miss a ping and contact them later?”
“No. If I don’t respond within an hour, they assume I don’t have anything new yet or that I’m working on it. I’m not to respond until they check in again. The less contact we have the harder it is to trace,” he admitted.
“How often will they ping you?”
“Every two weeks if I don’t have anything new for them. Once I deliver, they’ll wait another four weeks to check and see if I have anything else. It takes a while to build up enough video footage of the girls,” he said before he remembered that one of those girls he was speaking about was under our protection.
“Did you ever send any samples of Nova to them?” I could tell by his wide, panic-filled eyes that he had even though he shook his head. “Don’t lie to us, Dave. We already know enough to know when you’re telling the truth or making shit up.”
“I sent them a preview, the week after she got there.”
“So, they knew to expect footage of Nova?”
“Yes, they’ve already pinged me twice requesting more and I had to explain that she wasn’t cooperating with the shower routine. I was told to force the issue and make it happen. You guys showed up before I could do more than just suggest she get cleaned up before attracting bugs to the house.” He wrinkled his nose in distaste.
“Don’t fucking act like she was dirty for no good reason, you sick fuck,” Trench yelled at him. “She knew you were watching her in the shower.”
The asshole glanced at my cut, where my name was, and he grinned. “She didn’t know I was watching in other places though. She thought of you when she touched herself at night, did you know that?” The corpse fucker had the audacity to ask me. When I remained silent, he took that as his cue to keep going.
“Yeah, she worked her clit really well. Almost got off on watching, even though she never put her fingers inside herself. That would have been better. She was so into what she was doing, even if it wouldn’t usually be enough, that I couldn’t help stroking myself. Then she said your name and ruined it for me,” he snarled. “That’s when I had to go visit the others. They always let me do whatever I want to them.”
“They’re dead and can’t stop you, it’s not the same as consenting and welcoming your tiny little dick inside of them.” I reminded the fucker of his worthlessness and how only corpses could possibly tolerate his being near them. The sick fuck had mostly outlived his usefulness, but I needed to make sure Scout could verify everything he told me before I could get rid of the jerkoff permanently.
“When your info checks out, we’ll be back to clean you up,” I reminded him.
Dave nodded vigorously as Trench and I walked out. “Why the fuck didn’t I think of that sooner? We’ve had the bastard locked in the shed for weeks and never got him to talk.”
Trench shrugged his shoulders. “Sometimes, they need some time to consider the worst-case scenario.”
“The dumb fuck should have considered that I was lying.”
“You’ve left him relatively unharmed this whole time, probably lured him into a false sense of security.”
“Shit, I just knew I couldn’t take things too far with his pansy ass. The little momma’s boy is fragile as fuck, and we needed intel more than we needed him dead.”
