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“I don’t know anything, man!” the red-haired Strong Rider said with both hands up in the air. Beads of sweat formed on his puffy face as his eyes flittered from Zion back to Demon again.
Demon had a few pounds of muscles over this fool and easily worked him to the floor with an underarm to his corded neck.
“I’m just a prospect! I’m just sleeping here!”
While closing the guy’s windpipe with one hand, Demon made sure the prospect got it through his head that lying wouldn’t do him any favors.
“Listen up, stupid. We already heard that three others stayed here and left a few hours ago.”
The prospect shook his head crying when Demon took out his knife and held it against his throat, bumping against the prospect’s Adam’s apple as he swallowed.
“I don’t know where they went. They—”
“This is my final warning. I’ll gut you if I don’t get a straight answer. Shit hits different when you can’t hide behind someone else, prospect. I’ll start cutting my way up and down your fat ass. Starting with your ear, ending with your toes.”
The strong ammonia odor coming from between the prospect’s legs made Demon push the knife a little deeper, breaking skin before blood marred his shiny knife.
Two decades worth of doing IVMC’s dirty work made Demon a specialist in extracting information. Normally, Demon enjoyed working someone over. Finding out what made them tick. But with Cat’s life at stake, he went from a zero to hundred in a heartbeat since he had no time to waste on a twenty-something-year old prospect crying out for his momma.
“Talk, boy.”
“I-I’m not supposed to—”
The prospect’s eyes widened when Demon shifted the pointy end of the knife.
“What?”
“I-I heard Ulf talk about a cabin his uncle owns.”
Zion snorted from his spot against the front door. “What the fuck is an Ulf?”
“H-he’s also a prospect. Well, he used to be. He’s been voted—”
“I don’t give a flying fuck. Tell us what we need to know. Where’s that fuckin’ cabin?” Demon said.
“I need my phone…” the prospect’s voice cracked.
“Do we look stupid to you?” Zion scoffed.
“Don’t answer that,” Demon said with a smirk.
“Ulf invited me there three weeks ago. I still have his directions on my phone.”
Demon eased up, giving the prospect a bit more room to grab his phone from his back pocket. Before the prospect could unlock his screen, Demon snatched the phone from his hand.
“Code.”
“8904.”
Demon unlocked the prospect’s phone, went through his texts until he found Ulf’s text conversation. After scrolling through three weeks’ worth of texts, he found what he was looking for.
“It’s the one about entering the back road after passing the red farm to the left?”
“Yeah.”
Demon handed the phone to Zion, who already talked to Zeus. Zion gave Zeus the low-down before hanging up.
“Okay, let’s wrap this up,” Demon said.
