Page 27 of Vicious Hearts


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The sound is very…wet.

The screams are all-consuming.

“OKAY! OKAY! STOP!”

I step on the floor switch, killing the drill with the bit still through the man’s hand. Smiling and clearing my throat, I turn to a horrified-looking Aaron, ignoring the sobs of his cousin.

“Was there anything else you wanted to say, Aaron?”

He nods vigorously, his face white.

“Okay,okay. Look, Mr. Kildare, I’m sorry, okay?! But he threatened to—”

“Whatever it is, Iknowyou know my punishment will be much,muchworse.”

Aaron swallows thickly, nodding his head.

“Who.”

“I—I never saw his face. He wore a hood and like a…like a mask of some kind.”

My brow furrows.

“You keep saying ‘he’.”

“Well, yeah.”

“He’s a he.”

He nods.

“Not a hundred-pound blonde girl.”

Aaron gives me a puzzled look, but I ignore it.

“Name. What was hisname.”

Aaron’s eyes dart nervously side to side before they center on me.

“He just called himself Apostle.”

My brow arches incredulously.

“You know,” Aaron blurts nervously. “Like Saint Paul—”

“I’m fucking Irish Catholic, you dumb twat. I know what a goddamn apostle is. Who the fuckishe?”

Aaron shakes his head. “I don’t know. Honestly, Mr. Kildare…” he glances pitifully at his bleeding,bleedingcousin pinned to the industrial drill. “I really, really don’t. Like I said, I never saw his face. Didn’t even hear his voice.”

I frown. “Excuse me? You just said—”

“Yeah, guy talks through one of those robot things. Like those guys in the anti-smoking ads talking outta a hole in their throats.”

Interesting.

“He paid cash every time.”

My eyes snap to Aaron’s. “Every time?”

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