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“You’ve helped a lot of guilty people go free, Ms. Payne.”
“So, you’re here to kill me, then?”
Because I’ll fight back, you sick, twisted piece of shit!
“If I wanted to kill you, you’d be dead already.”
How dare he say something so vile with a hint of amusement dancing through his words.
“Wow.” I gripped the handle of the box cutter tighter. “That’d make a great title for your first Ted Talk.”
“I admonish your role in helping guilty people walk free, but you’re not guilty of a crime, Ms. Payne.”
“And that’s your standard, is it? Only killing people who are supposedly guilty?”
“I have a code, Ms. Payne. But you did create a complication.”
“Icreated a complication? You should look in the mirror, you stabby piece of shit!”
When he leaned closer, I raised my box cutter. “Stay back, you homicidal dickwad.”
His lips, which weren’t covered by his mask, tightened. “I just saved you.”
“So, you’re being a Good Samaritan, then? For all I know, you two worked together.” I nodded my chin toward the body.
His lips thinned even more. “You think he and I are the same?”
“You killed Dominic.”
“Dominic was a killer.”
“He wasn’t. But even if he was, you had no right to kill him.”
“He had no right to walk free.”
“It’s not your place to be the judge, jury, and executioner.”
“That’s where you and I disagree, Ms. Payne. When all other avenues have failed, I won’t sit back and hope justice is served. I’ll step in and do it myself.”
When he leaned forward, I hurled my weapon toward him. But before it could connect, his grip locked around my forearm, halting its momentum.
“Careful, Ms. Payne. I don’t want to hurt you.”
He turned my palm face up, and despite my yanks, he pulled my fingers back, releasing my grip on the handle.
In the distance, sirens blended into the rumbling thunder.
“You’ve seen the other reports on the Windy City Vigilante, yes?”
As he tossed the box cutter into the front seat, out of my reach, my eyes stung.
“Has he ever hurt an innocent person?”
I lifted my chin. “Yes. Dominic.”
His mouth set into a firm line that looked to be frustrated impatience.
“Maybe you’re actually an imposter, posing as the Windy City Vigilante,” I added. “Maybe you’re really one of Franco’s hired men.”
