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He chuckles and twists open the bottle with some effort. He looks like he might pass out at any moment, but he lifts the bottle up to his lips and takes a big swig.
“Oh, I’m not,” he says when he’s finished, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “One of those guys I hired is a real computer wizard. Did you really think you were my only option? He hacked your system before I even approached you. I’d heard you were good at what you do, but I had no idea. Looking at your personal files was . . . enlightening, to say the least. I know all your secrets. Pocus, is it? You sure do have an interesting past.”
My blood runs cold at his words. Ten minutes ago, he was simply an annoyance. Now, he’s a potentially serious threat to our organization and to me personally.
“And Nicholas,” he scoffs, turning to Seer. “Or . . . Seeker? Psychic? No, no, I know. Seer, right?”
Seer stiffens as he assesses Davis, then he looks over to me apprehensively.
“Let me think,” Davis says condescendingly, placing his finger on his chin. “You have a pretty shitty relationship with your family back in England, right? It would be a shame if you got caught for a crime and got deported. Do you think your witch wife would follow you back, or would she stay here with your son, completely unprotected?”
Seer looks like he’s going to charge at Davis, but I move to stand in front of him as quickly as I can, blocking him from doing something he’ll regret.
“You don’t know anything about me,” Seer growls. “You have no idea what I’m capable of. If you did, you wouldn’t try to provoke me. You’d be too afraid.”
“Big threat coming from a man who’s stuck in his best friend’s shadow,” Davis taunts. “Pocus was your boss, right? Do you keep him around so you don’t fuck up the whole organization? Maybe Pocus is the one I should have had dinner with.”
Davis crosses to his couch and reclines back, putting his feet on the coffee table as if he doesn’t have two gang members in his living room. As if his very life isn’t in danger if he says the wrong thing.
“Don’t worry, Seer.” He smirks. “You’re not even remotely my biggest interest. But it’s like they say, keep your enemies close and all that. The day you walked away from my offer, I knew I needed to keep an eye on you. Consider it mutually assured destruction. You tell anyone what I did, and I’ll make sure that you and the Ruthless Kings go down with me. Like I said, I know everything.”
Seer’s face relaxes as he stares at Davis, and suddenly his whole body goes limp. I panic for a moment before I realize that he’s having a vision. I haven’t seen him have one in a long time. I didn’t even know he could still have them without causing him tremendous pain. As we stand there in silence, I suddenly feel a wave of humor wash over me, almost bordering on hysteria. I realize that whatever Seer is seeing, it’s immensely funny to him. When he comes back to himself, he nearly doubles over in laughter.
I look over at Davis, who stiffens at the abrupt change of atmosphere. Seer’s change of demeanor seems to frighten him, and his body shows signs of tension. He white-knuckles the bottle so hard I think it might shatter. He puts his feet down and leans forward, watching Seer with confusion.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” he barks. “Are you having a stroke? Stop that!”
“Davis.” Seer laughs. “I swear on my shitty brother’s life that I’m not going to speak a word to anyone about what you did. And rest assured, you’re not going to have a chance to take me down.”
This seems to appease Davis and he leans back in his seat. A small smile crosses his lips and he takes another swig of his vodka.
“Well, then.” He sighs. “That’s good to hear, Seer. It sounds like you finally have some sense. Melissa’s kidnapping will stay our secret, and no one will ever be the wiser that I tried to extort her father.”
“That’s not exactly what I said,” Seer remarks, a twinkle in his eye. “I just said thatIwouldn’t speak a word.”
There’s a pounding on the door and Davis sits up straight again, his face draining of color. When he doesn’t immediately respond, the door is pushed open. Seer grabs me and pulls me aside as a dozen SWAT police push their way inside, guns trained on Davis. His hands immediately go up, his bottle of vodka crashing to the floor and shattering.
“Davis Thompson,” one of the men grunts. “You’re under arrest for the kidnapping of Melissa Prudent. You have the right to remain silent.”
Two officers pull Davis up by his elbows and one cuffs him. As they read him his Miranda Rights, he looks at us with a mixture of confusion and hatred.
“What the hell did you do?” he seethes, trying to fight his guards to lunge at us. They’re much stronger, though, and he isn’t able to shift more than a few inches away from them. “I’ll kill you for this.”
Seer steps closer to him, within inches of his face. He drops his voice so low I can barely hear him, and I strain to catch his words.
“You won’t do shit,” he whispers. “You think you know everything about us, but you’ve barely scratched the surface. It’s like you said, Davis, we’re the best at what we do.”
Seer steps back and nods to the officers who drag him toward the door. They only stop when Mayor Prudent steps inside the apartment and squares up against Davis. I watch as all the fight leaves him and he’s forced to literally face the consequences of his actions. He’ll probably go away forever if Mayor Prudent has anything to do with it. Just to add insult to injury, the man draws back and punches Davis squarely in his pompous face.
“Get him out of my sight,” the mayor growls and the men quickly drag him away, until only us three remain.
“What the fuck just happened?” I ask, feeling thoroughly confused and overwhelmed by the last five minutes. I’ve clearly missed a huge piece of information.
Mayor Prudent winks at Seer, who fiddles with one of the buttons on his jacket and pulls off a small, pin-sized camera.
“Another gift from Snake,” he tells me. “Mayor Prudent and the police saw everything. They heard his confession.”
“They also saw us shoot up a warehouse,” I whisper to him desperately, suddenly afraid of the consequences of our earlier actions. “And beat the shit out of a mayoral candidate.” Not only has my best friend colluded with the most powerful man in town, but he’s done it without telling me. And the man in question is very anti-crime.
