Page 26 of Prince of Sin


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Charlie doesn't say anything, but he nods his head like he agrees.

I don't bother parking the Mustang out behind the house. There's no way that Charlie is going to be able to haul his fat ass up the hill and over their six-foot privacy fence. Besides, Charlie and I will take care of any security footage that needs to be deleted with the local police department.

We both get out of the car. Charlie looks up at the white mansion with its large marble columns climbing up to the sky. He lets out a whistle.

"Dark secrets hide behind white walls," he says.

"Who said that?"

"What do you mean, 'Who said that?' I just said that."

"No," I roll my eyes at him. "I mean like who said that originally?"

"What? Me. Just now."

I give him an exasperated look. "You're telling me you just came up with that. That's some sage shit."

"Some what shit?"

"Sage," I say. "You know, like wise and stuff."

"Pretty sure sage is like a spice. Or a witchy thing."

"Shit, really? I thought it meant smart."

"Now I'm not so sure," Charlie says.

"Alright well, come on, loser," I say, making my way towards the front door. "We can look it up later."

I flip out my switchblade and press myself against the front door. There's a shaded front porch, and I take a moment to note whether there are any security cameras. The place looks clean, which is good. I pop the lock on the door, and we're inside.

The smell hits us

immediately, and I realize that I hadn't fully closed the basement door.

"Awe, fuck," Charlie says.

"Did you think I was joking about why we were here?" I ask him as I bring my T-shirt up over my face again.

He does the same.

"No. I just hoped that you were."

I lead him downstairs to the basement, and we both just stand in front of the bodies in the cage.

"Did they deserve it?" he asks me.

"They deserved worse," I say.

"Alright, then," Charlie replies. "You ever clean up this sort of thing before?"

I shake my head. "No."

"You're gonna listen and do as I say," he replies. "Ask questions, but don't argue."

"Okay."

He flips out his phone and dials a number. "Hey. Bring around the van to my location."

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