Sighing, I lean back a fraction to give him some space, and also relieve myself from the stench of his breath. It’s enough to make a girl hurl. Honestly, it’s not that hard to keep up with good dental hygiene.
“Alright, Gilly. Let’s cut to the chase.” I press my foot against his piss-soaked jewels and apply a little pressure. “Tell me exactly what you know about the MacKenzie brothers’ whereabouts, and I’ll go easy on you.”
“I-I.” He takes a big gulp before continuing. “T-they left quickly. Said I was no longer needed. B-but I overheard t-them talking on the phone, a-and they planned to m-make it look like they left the country, b-but they were going to stay in England. Close by.”
I remove my foot from his junk and flash him a smile. “There. You see. That wasn’t so hard. Was it?”
Gilbert shakes his head.
“Do you know anything else useful? Like when you cleaned for them, did you ever see or hear anything you weren’t meant to?”
His lower lip starts trembling, and he nods. “T-they used totalk a-about a place called The Vista. About new shipments being sent there.”
“Good, Gilly. That’s good information.”
“Please don’t k-kill me. I ain’t done nothing wrong,” he pleads, and I roll my eyes.
“Now, Gilbert. You know, and I know, that’s a load of hogwash.” He pales, shrinking back in his chair. “Your rap sheet says you’ve had a very eventful life of forcing yourself on women. In fact, Julian MacKenzie hired you because you know some very creative ways to subdue a woman. Don’t you?”
He starts crying, snot flying from his nose as unintelligible words spew from his lips.
Ugh.
The best thing I can do for this country is to rid it of this loser.
Gilbert doesn’t even see the moment I strike, my swing fast as I jab my knife into his ear canal, sinking deep into his brain. His cries mute instantly, and relief washes over me as he slumps.
Unfortunately, though, killing him hasn’t done what I’d hoped it would.
I’m still angry. Still frothing to shed more blood.
Wiping the blade of my knife on Gilbert’s pants, I stand back, a little disappointed that there isn’t more carnage from my kill.
Have I lost my touch?
Blowing out a frustrated breath, I glide my gloved finger through the blood oozing from his ear and draw my angel wings with the halo above it on the wall next to the chair, leaving my call sign.
Once done, I stand back, studying my artwork, and feeling nothing but disappointment.
This wasn’t satisfying at all.
I decide it’s time to up the game with the MacKenzie brothers, so I rummage through Gilbert’s kitchen drawers, finding a pen and notepad, and scribble out a note for the detectives to find.
MY NAME IS GILBERT AND I’M A RAPIST.
I WORKED FOR JULIAN AND STUART MACKENZIE
WHO ARE ALSO RAPISTS.
THEY ARE SEX TRAFFICKERS AND ARE CURRENTLY HIDING FROM THE CRIMSON ANGEL BECAUSE THEY ARE GUILTY MOTHERFUCKERS AND KNOW THAT WHEN SHE CATCHES UP WITH THEM, THEY WILL SUFFER FOR WHAT THEY HAVE DONE TO EVERY SINGLE VICTIM. TEN THOUSAND TIMES OVER!!!
Happy with my note, I hold it to Gilbert’s chest and keep it in place with the pen, stabbing it through the note and his skin.
Standing back again, I admire it for a moment, deciding to snap a picture of this for myself. If this doesn’t get leaked to the press, then I’ll send them this photo myself. Anonymously, of course.
Heat on the MacKenzie brothers is essential right now. Until I can find them myself, I want them to know I’m coming for them, and for the public to spread the rumours about their extracurricular activities. I’ll fuck with their reputations, and if I can’t find them, they will eventually come out of hiding to come after me for ruining their standing.
Smirking, I nod to myself, feeling better about this kill now.
