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It’s somehow thin and thick at the same time, requiring a slight push in effort as I work to detach his eye completely; blood already coats my skin and the floors in the apartment above my garage since I slit his wrists an hour ago and let him bleed out for a few minutes, before bandaging the wounds and moving on to the more surgical manner of interrogation.
The man works for Romeo Bianchi, who, according to the intel and security footage I’ve gathered so far, has some part in the shit going on at Ivers International. In every bit of footage that exists, moments before Craig is shot and before Kieran leaves to go to the cemetery the day he’s shot, Romeo passes by quickly, as if casing the places and preparing for a hit.
And since neither hit was successful, paired with the flash drives I received, I can’t help wanting to get the drop on Romeo before he has another chance to strike.
This, however, isn’t really an interrogation.
This is pure satisfaction.
With Fiona’s voice in my ears, I work on detaching the other eye, unsure of how long I have before his body shuts down completely, since I didn’t exactly contact Kieran or Kal before snatching the guy from the Crystal Knuckle. I just grabbed him and brought him back, acting on an impulse I so rarely allow.
Still, I work quickly, not wanting to perform on a corpse if I can help it. Reaching for the pliers beside my phone, I begin extracting molars, dropping them into a metal dish so I can wash them and put them with the others later.
Teeth are the best form of forensic evidence. You can match dental records to even the most charred bodies, so I always make sure to take them when I deal with people in the underground.
They’re not so much souvenirs, like Kieran’s bone collection, as they are insurance.
And tonight, when I drop the scalped, toothless, eyeless body of this random runner on Romeo’s rumored doorstep, I’m gonna be the only one able to properly identify him.
