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“The fact you can’t tell us the identity of the man hiring you. How did he contact you?”
“He called. I told you.”
Kill nods to one of the guards who tips out Freddie’s belongings onto the stone floor and reaches for the cell phone nestling among his clothes.
Kill taps into it and says roughly, “Password?”
Freddie says quickly, “Whore.”
I stare at him with growing distaste because this man is something else. He is both stupid and careless and I fucking detest men like him, even though I surround myself with them every fucking day.
Killian scrolls through the phone and occasionally shows me images of women tied up and fucked, badly beaten and used like trash. This merely adds fire to my fist because if Freddie thinks he’s getting away with this, he is in for a shock.
Kill locates the incoming calls and shows me the evidence. Most calls come from unknown devises which isn’t unusual for a man in Freddie’s line of work. Whoever hired him knew we would get nothing from him, and I am so frustrated.
We are at a dead end, and I don’t have a clue where to move next, and then Freddie says quickly, “I can’t tell you who hired me, but I know who murdered that girl.”
Killian looks up quickly and says with a low growl, “Tell me.”
“Some creep from the city. One of my whores saw it happen. She was working in a nearby alley and as some guy fucked her against the wall, she saw the girl walk past. A car pulled up, and the door opened and a man in a pin-striped suit got out. They spoke and then he grabbed her hand and she struggled to get away. Greta was angry for her because she fucking hates that shit but before she could shake the guy off her, the girl was pulled into the car. She told me she will never forget that creep and said she has the license plate fresh in her mind.”
“She never told the cops?” Killian says with interest. “Why not?”
Freddie shrugs. “Because she’s an illegal. It’s not worth getting on their radar because they’ll deport her back to Mexico.”
“Did she tell you the license plate?”
Killian asks, and Freddie nods. “It was a Washington one with three letters and one number EV1L. She said it was easy to remember.”
Killian leans back and turns to me, a satisfied smirk on his face. Then he stands and says to Freddie, “Our business is concluded. You are free to leave.”
Freddie stares at him in astonishment.
“Are you serious?”
Killian growls, “Do you want me to change my mind?”
Freddie shakes his head wildly. “No, of course, thank you. Thank you, sir.”
Kill nods in my direction.
“But not before my brother has a word. He’s all yours, Shade.”
He whispers as he passes, “Just don’t kill the bastard. When you’ve finished with him, I’m guessing he will be covering his ass with the man who hired him and if it’s who we think it is, revenge will be sweet.”
He leaves with Saint and Freddie stares at me with terror as I shrug out of my jacket and hand it to Kyle, rolling up my sleeves with a murderous glint in my eye.
“Stand up.” I hiss as the enforcer kicks the chair he is sitting on away from him and Freddie says in fear, “Please, I have told you everything.”
“I know.”
I shrug. “But that woman you were told to have fun with. The woman I found sobbing in the alley also happens to be my girlfriend and I can’t let this go unpunished.”
I watch the blood drain from his face as he realizes the shit he’s in and I say in a voice edged in darkness, “Shall we begin?”
CHAPTER45
ALLEGRA
