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“Fuck you.”
We’re going in circles like two hungry predators picking pieces off a dead carcass. I write another message.
You asked me if I think about them—the people I killed.
I don’t want to, but I can’t stop it.
Sometimes I can’t stop the thoughts.
“I know the feeling,” she grumbles, but I suspect she’s not talking about her marks now.
Maybe we’ve got more in common than I first thought. I change tact. She’s shown a shred of vulnerability. I could use that to work a different angle—all I need is something, like a password to a locked computer, to get inside her head.
Do you think about what Spencer did?
She jumps from her sitting position and peers through the window to my cell. Her wild eyes, glistening with fury, sear into me but show something else. Pain. So much fucking pain.
“Do you think this is a joke?” she sneers. “My sister died. Spencer murdered her. Do I think about what he did? Of course, I fucking do. Every minute of every day. I think about how I’m going to make him pay.”
She slams it shut and storms away, swearing under her breath.
Shit!I throw the plastic water bottle at the wall. It bounces straight back, not giving me the same satisfying feeling as throwing something breakable.
How am I supposed to get through to her when neither of us will open up? She’s impossible.
CHAPTER23
FREDDIE
“Remind me why we’re back here again?” Seb asks, glancing at the security guards swarming outside Bexley’s mansion further down the street.
“Because we’re here to get answers,” I reply. “The truth this time.”
“He won’t speak to us,” Seb says. “Don’t you remember what he said on the phone? He made his intentions clear, and if you haven’t forgotten, we’re unarmed.”
I wave my hand to silence him, then raise my finger to point at a moving figure. “There she is.”
He follows my gaze to watch Spencer’s elderly housekeeper head out of the staff entrance and hobble down the street towards where we’re parked. Her schedule runs like clockwork.
Seb clears his throat nervously. “You’re not going to hurt her, are you?”
“Is that a serious question?” I snap. “No, I’m not going to hurt an old lady. What do you take me for?”
I’m not a total animal. If Callen was here, I couldn’t make the same promise.
“I didn’t—”
“Shut up,” I growl.Come on, lady—pick up the pace. We should wait until she’s out of the eyeshot of the mansion before approaching her. Spencer’s guards don’t look twice at the old dear, but they’ll come running if she screams bloody murder. “She’s worked for Spencer for years. Staff always know everything that’s going on, and Spencer lied to us about Rose before. She’ll know the truth, and we need her to talk.”
The woman trundles by opposite us. I put the car into gear and follow, slowing to a crawl at her side. I lower the window. Seb can do the rest. He’s charming enough to talk most people into doing whatever he wants. He hasn’t even opened his mouth when she takes one look at him and hisses, “I’m not speaking to you.”
“All we want is five minutes,” Seb bargains.
“You’re wasting your time,” she says.
Her wrinkled lips purse, almost disappearing into her face, and she keeps walking.
“All we want to do is ask you a few questions,” Seb reasons. “Then you’ll never hear from us again.”
