“You move, you will die by my hand,” whispered Joseph into his ear.The cold steel of his blade nicked the thin flesh of his throat and the man felt the trickle of blood.Although wider than Joseph, he wasn’t nearly as tall, strong, lithe, or well-trained.
“If he misses, which he never does, I will spill your insides all over this floor,” said Trak.“I don’t want to.It would make Thelma angry to have to clean this up.”
“Give me Saylor and I’ll leave.”
“You’re not going to touch my wife,” said Remington.
That angered the man beyond reason.He no longer cared about the knives against his body.He started toward Remington, firing his weapon.It was sloppy and completely off target, his hand shaking unsteadily.
Instead of hitting his target, four knives found their way into the man’s body.Two in the chest, one in the abdomen, and one directly at the hollow of his neck.
Trak pulled the knife from his throat, as he gurgled, spurting blood everywhere.
“Why do you want Saylor?” asked Remington.
“Sh-she’s the key.The key to all glory and generations of children.”
“What glory?What are you talking about?” asked JB.
The man only attempted to speak, staring at the sky.His last drowning breath in blood exited his body and he continued to stared straight up.
“We’re sorry, Thelma,” said Remington.“We’ll clean this up.”She was kneeling next to the dog, rubbing his head.
“Oh, that’s okay,” she smiled.“It’s nice to see you boys doing something together as a family.”They all laughed, smirking at her sense of humor.
“Is Chaos okay?” asked Nathan.
“Appears to be.You know, with all them fancy gadgets y’all have you might want to think about creating protective vests for the dogs.”
The Redhawk men stared at the older woman shocked that none of them had thought to ask for that very same thing.
“That’s a helluva an idea,” laughed JB.“I’ll make sure to mention it to the team at G.R.I.P.”
“We need to figure out what he meant by that statement,” said Joseph.“The key to all glory and generations of children.”
“We’ll figure it out.For now, I’m going to find my wife and take her home.Can y’all handle this?”
“We got it,” nodded Nathan.“I think we need to do an autopsy on this guy and see if he was on anything.He looked completely crazed and high on something.”
“He kept waving Saylor’s picture around.How would he know she was here?”Trak looked at his sons, grandson, great-grandsons and more.
“We’ll find out.”
CHAPTER NINE
“God, no,” whispered Saylor.“H-how?How did he find me?How did he know where to come?”
“We think it was me,” said Nell with a sad face.“I looked back at all my e-mails to your mother.Before Sor and I were even married, I told her I was staying at a remote cabin south of New Orleans.I didn’t know.I didn’t know what was happening back then.I’m so sorry.”
“It’s not your fault, Nell.You thought you were communicating innocently with your niece,” said Chief.When Suzette and Riley walked up, they were surprised to see them so quickly.
“What’s up?” asked JB.
“The blood work was definitive.It’s a modified version of LSD.It’s not only designed to create a joyous high, usually fully equipped with hallucinations, but somehow to also enhance the anger reactions of the users.That’s why he was so violent in the café.Coroner took his body and will be calling the family to tell them he was attacked randomly in the alley off Magazine.”
“What does that mean?” asked Saylor.
“They’ll think he was killed in New Orleans, not way out here,” said Remington kissing her temple.“They’ll be close but not close enough.We can also have someone in the coroner’s office to watch for whoever picks him up.”
