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Fine by me. I have no interest in talking to the motherfucker.
"Where are we?" I shout as we pull into an old motel parking lot on the very outskirts of Gravestone.
Reaching out, Kingsley turns the music off. "Part of being Electi means you’re at Q’s beck and call. That means tidying up their messes and running their errands."
"Just spit it out."
"You don't get a choice,” he says. “You do what they say, when they say, and you never ask questions."
"Right." I roll my eyes. It's not like I was expecting anything different.
"Why aren't the others here? I thought you worked as a team."
"Usually we do, but Q still wants to know what you two are made of, so this is all yours." He looks at me and then catches Alex's eye in the rearview mirror. "Room one-two-nine. An associate got a little carried away with his party. Everything needs cleaning up with no evidence left behind. You think you can do that?"
"Clean a motel room?” I grumble. “Yeah, I think we've got it covered."
A wicked smirk curls at Kingsley's lips and my stomach knots. I knew this wouldn't be as simple as picking up a few bottles and stripping the bedsheets. The look in his eyes tells me that we're nowhere near ready for what we're about to walk into.
"In the trunk, you will find two bags containing everything you need. Do what you need to do. I'll be here when you're done."
"Why don't you come help?"
"Not my job."
I hesitate for a few seconds, my eyes watching a young kid kicking a ball against the end wall of the building.
"You in? Or do I have to tell Q that you're a pair of pussies?"
"Fuck off, Kingsley." Throwing the door open, I climb out. Alex quickly follows, and, after throwing the bags over our shoulders, we follow the signs to the room.
"What the hell are we about to walk into?" Alex asks as we climb the stairs.
"I wish I knew. Something tells me it's not going to be pretty."
We come to a stop in front of the door. The curtains are drawn on the dirty window, giving us no clue as to what's waiting inside.
"Ready?" I ask.
"No."
Despite his words, I reach forward and throw the door open.
"Oh my God," Alex gasps before heaving as I drag him into the dark room.
The smell… I don't even know what the smell is.
Death, I guess.
I cover my nose and mouth with my arm as we walk deeper into the room. The stench still filters through my nose, and my eyes burn.
Piss. Shit. Puke. Drugs. Blood.
It all mingles, making my stomach turn.
The bed is covered in dark red blood, and right in the middle is a woman. She's completely nude, her body battered and bruised, her arms bearing the scars of years of drug abuse.
But it's none of that which holds my attention.
