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“Gimme two minutes, Finn.”
By the time I was in my shirtsleeves, Hutchins had hauled in a power washer and had hooked it up to a faucet that I assumed was used when cleaning up this room.
“You want any bleach in it?” Hutchins asked as I tossed him my coat and sports jacket.
“Nah, good thinking though.”
He nodded then faded away, leaving me with the power washer gun in my hand.
“It stings like a motherfucker and it might get rid of some of the goddamn stench in here,” I grumbled. “I ain’t about to teach you my tricks when he’s covered in his own piss and shit too.”
Declan snorted. “You’re so fucking fancy now.”
“Yeah, that’s me,” I retorted as I pressed the trigger and hit Cillian Donahue square in the face.
When the bastard was screaming from the pounding sting of the water against his rotting flesh, and his skin was as red as a lobster’s, I stared at the pitifully withered form and took in the massive wounds that were putrefying before my eyes.
It had been a long time since I’d slashed anyone’s collateral ligaments, but I guessed it was like riding a bike.
