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“No more.”
“Now.”
“I’m begging you.” Henry’s face suddenly loses all color and then, like the pussy he is, the man bends over and empties his stomach. Nasty. Hacking and gagging, he unleashes hours’ worth of drinking onto his front and below. “Please, no more.”
“Pick. It. Up.”
“Fuck,” he screams out the second the sharp jet hits his cut and now the jagged cut where his ear once was. More water is poured, and the force of the stream opening the wound a little at a time while the floor is bathed in his life’s essence, among other things. It’s a foul smell. Henry looks pathetic. Nothing like the man who stole from my family conspired to help my enemy, and put my mermaid in danger. “Let’s work something out.”
The added pressure isn’t helping the swelling either. The eye below the cut is half swollen shut.
My finger on the trigger twitches, and he flinches. “Like what?”
He licks his lips. Swallows hard. “I can pay—”
“First, what the fuck is your last name? I didn’t care enough to memorize it.” No sense in lying. That grates him, but he’s smart enough to not react negatively. I’d kill him before finding out without giving a single fuck.
“Davila.”
“Okay, Henry Davila.” I smile and lower my Glock. “You have four minutes. This is your only chance to convince me that shooting you would be a mistake.”
“I’ll pay you double.”
“Money isn’t a problem for my family.”
“You can have me work it off.” Sweat trickles down his temple, mixing with the bit of blood there. “I’ll tell you where they are.”
“Now we’re talking my language.” Pressing the stopwatch setting on my smartwatch, I start running the time. “Convince me in the next three minutes, and we’ll discuss other options.”
“Okay.”
“You can also lower the water. Take that as a gift for your cooperation.”
“Thank you.” Davila exhales roughly, dropping the hose. His shoulders hunch, and his hands clench and then open a few times. “They approached me with an offer to make a large amount of money while also allowing me to keep my counterfeit operations with police backing. I’d be essentially protected and rewarded, and all I had to do was hide Dalian here and do some small surveillance.”
“Whose name are both apartments under?”
“This one is under my mother’s.” At my nod, he looks down as if he knows what he says next will piss me off. “Dalian’s is under Amberlyn Ibarra.”
That son of a bitch.
Every cell in my body vibrates in anger, yet I keep a tight rein on it. Not yet. “Who put it in her name? How did they get the information?”
Davila swallows, still not looking at me. “I did.”
“Again, how?”
“A hacker I met online in a chat group. We exchanged goods.”
“I see.” Then I begin to pace. From one side to the other, while his bloodshot eyes follow. He jumps each time the hand holding the gun so much as twitches, but I ignore it for now. His audacity to involve others and obtain her information through a third party, one that could harm her as well, adds to my list of bodies.
“What can I do,” he chokes out on my next pass, lips trembling. “Anything. Please, just ask.”
For a second, I turn and give him my back. I’m a rational man, at times more than my brother, but right now the rage that consumes me is hard to fight back. So I breathe in deep and stare up at the night sky, taking in the many businesses on the street not far from us and those traveling through, a car here and there, but none the wiser to how close they are to a killer.
Life’s funny that way.
As humans, we are complacent and unaware. Never truly seeing.
