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He rolled back onto his heels, straightening, flexing his gun arm. His free hand reached up to rub a kink from the back of his neck. When he pulled his fingers away, I pressed my gun barrel into the vacated spot.
He went rigid. Then his elbow shot back. I grabbed his arm, wrenched it behind his back, and peeled his fingers from the gun. He shifted his weight, putting all of it onto one leg and lifted the other to kick back at me. I slammed the weight-bearing leg out with a knee to the back of his. He went down, and I let him, arm still behind his back, guiding his fall.
"So predictable," I said as I dug one knee into the small of his back, gun back in place at the base of his skull. "You make it too easy, you know that?"
He struggled. I pushed his arm up and he grunted in pain.
"You like killing pretty girls, Ron?"
He went perfectly still, and I swore I could hear his heart thumping against his rib cage.
Facedown on the ground? Arm a half inch from breaking? Gun to his head? Nothing he couldn't handle. But an attacker who knew his real name? That was a problem.
"Ronald Fenniger," I said. "Aka Rainman. Still putting your profits up your nose, Ron? Or are you making too much to snort these days? Got yourself a sweet little business enterprise there. Killing teenage girls and selling their babies."
"You want in?"
I'd been doing well until then. Keeping my cool, playing my part. But at those words, a white-hot ball of rage exploded behind my eyes. Fenniger let out a high-pitched squeal of agony, and his arm went limp. I looked down to see it bent backward, the forearm almost perpendicular with the upper arm.
Then the icy anger slid away, leaving something warm and blissful. I lifted his broken arm, then dropped it and smiled.
"That's gotta hurt," I said.
"You bitch." Spittle rained on the dirt as he twisted under my knee. "You fucking -!"
I grabbed his hair and yanked his head back. He gagged, choking on his own curse.
"Ever snapped a man's neck, Ron? They say if you know how to do it, one wrench is all it takes." I pulled his head back another inch. He gurgled, but his eyes were slits, hiding his fear. "As fast as a CNS shot, with none of the noise and none of the mess. You don't even need a weapon. How cool is that? But it's not something you can get right on the first try. You'd need practice, and I bet you'd have trouble finding people willing to volunteer."
I eased back, knee digging into his spine. "That's the problem with postindustrial society. People just don't volunteer the way they used to. That sense of community, of helping a neighbor in need... people just can't be bothered. A girl and her baby go missing? If it's the wrong kind of girl, no one cares. They barely even notice."
I entwined my fingers in his hair, leaning forward again, weight back on my knee. "And you've taken full advantage of that, haven't you? Well, I'm going to give you the chance to make amends by volunteering for a worthy cause." I yanked his head back another inch. His eyes bugged, mouth working. "What do you say, Ron? Spend the last few minutes of your life helping a colleague further her education?"
"Let him go." The words rippled through the air, wrapped in a sigh.
Fenniger's hair pulled tight against my fingers as he struggled to see the newcomer.
"Come on, girl." Jack walked up behind me. "Get off him. You've had your fun."
"I'm not done yet."
"Yes, you are." A few seconds of silence passed. "Did you hear me?" His words came sharper now, that laconic, almost bored tone evaporating.
"He killed those girls. Shot them and took their babies."
"Yeah? And it's none of your fucking business, is it? You're here because I brought you in. My job. Now get the fuck off him."
I shifted, rising just enough to take the pressure off Fenniger's back. Jack's fingers closed on my shoulder.
"Hey, watch the hands. I'm getting - "
I propelled myself up, as if being yanked off, flying to the side, and landing hard with a squawk of outrage. Jack's good foot slammed into Fenniger's back as he tried to get up. Pinned again, Fenniger settled for straining to look over his shoulder at me as I pushed to my feet, brushing myself off, cursing and snarling.
Jack's gun pressed into the base of Fenniger's skull. "Eyes forward."
When Fenniger didn't look away fast enough, Jack smacked the barrel against his skull, knocking his face into the dirt.
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