“Who hired you to blow up a freaking bus full of kids?” she asked.
The man wouldn’t answer, so she shot him in the knee.
“I changed my mind. I’m going to move up to your family jewels. You have one chance left, and I’m removing your balls and dick with a hollow-point nine-millimeter round. Ever see one of them blow through a testicle? They obliterate them into nothingness. Right now, this is your only chance at redemption.”
It wasn’t, but he didn’t know that.
Now did he?
That helped the man find his tongue. Immediately, he used it.
“Gerard Dupris,” he said, his brow full of sweat from the pain. “He was taking out a competitor’s son.”
That the douchebag had to kill a whole bus of children to do it told them all they needed to know.
Someone deserved to die.
She glanced over at her hologram assistant, and she was now dressed exactly like Elizabeth, except she had pink bows in her flame-red hair.
“Make note of that, MATE, not video or audio. Just note of his name,” she said to her as the AI smiled at the man.
“Sure thing, Boss.”
Then, she went back to talking to him.
“Next up, tell me where to find Devon Slater, or as you may know him, Slater J Devon.”
Yeah, she’d read the intel Gene had gotten beforeThe Huntersgot there. Rogue had sent her everything and copied Gene. That had been one more reason she’d not been sleeping.
She was getting ready for war.
At the mention of his name, the man begged.
“Please. I’ll tell you what you want, but I can’t tell you much about him. It was one phone call, and then cash arrived to a post office box.”
Elizabeth pointed at the phone.
“Gene, see what you can find. If it’s viable, get it to Gabby.”
He started plugging the phone into a tablet.
She kept questioning him.
“Did he hire you for any more jobs?” she asked. “I ask because I’m going to find him and make him pay.”
The man shook his head.
“No. It was one and done. I haven’t heard from him since. Please call an ambulance,” he muttered, his kneecap dangling from his blown apart knee.
Yeah, that wasn’t happening.
“Do you work with anyone?” she asked, not mincing words. “Who helps you do the jobs?”
He shook his head.
“No one! I work alone!”
She glanced over at Maura and Jagger.
