“Yeah.”
“I love a good garrote from behind. It lets you put your knees or feet in their back as leverage. And piano wires work great for that. They’re so strong. If that’s not possible, something heavy to the head. A bat would be best. A hammer would do the trick too. Not with the first blow, but eventually.”
His arm still fiddling with the camera, Christopher shot me a bemused smirk. “Thought about this a lot, huh?”
“I had a lot of time imagining killing these few guys through my teens. They were lucky the mob came for them before I finally got up my nerve because my methods weren’t going to be anywhere near as quick or painless as all that.”
“You had one loose wire on the back,” Christopher said, but his hand shifted toward the camera lens. “But this is the actual culprit.”
He held out a small round piece of black paper.
“Someone put a sticker over it?”
“Seems like it. Someone casing the joint, maybe.”
“But how come I didn’t see anyone?”
“This camera is older than me,” he said. “The night vision is probably shit. My guess is they just walked up at night in hoodies, looking like a shadow, and you just didn’t notice.”
That was possible.
I hadn’t been analyzing the footage frame by frame. I would have to go back with a fine-tooth comb. Once he was gone.
“Why would someone be casing this place out? You have a lot of valuable shit?”
“No.”
But that was exactly the question I intended to answer once he was gone.
And I was only going to go to the Costas for help if or when I had names or faces to give them.
At least, that was the plan.
CHAPTER SIX
Christopher
The water cascaded down my body as I stood under the stream, my arm raised to the shower wall, trying to reason with my aching body.
I’d woken up straining and aching that morning, my mind still full of the dirty dream I’d been having before my alarm clock went off.
A dirty dream about her.
Alara.
Brio’s sister-in-law.
A girl way too fucking young for me.
And yet…
And yet.
It had been two days since I’d stood there and stared at her tits when she pulled off that bra and stood there with her nipples pressing against the fabric, making me want to go over there and close my hands over them, close my lips around them.
“Fuck,” I hissed as my cock got even harder.
I tried to tell myself it was just because of how long it had been since I’d been with a woman.
