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We found Foss sitting on a dirty mattress, surrounded by empty beer cans and cigarette butts. He looked up at us with bleary eyes, clearly under the influence. "Who the fuck are you?" he slurred.
"We're new friends. We’re just going to ask you some questions.” Aiden sounded as cool as ever, but somehow that just made him more frightening.
Foss tried to stand up, but he stumbled and fell back onto the mattress. "I ain't telling you shit," he muttered.
Dominic stepped forward, his gun pressed against Foss’s temple. "You might want to watch how you talk to him."
Foss seemed to sober up, at least partially, immediately.
"This guy was definitely involved?" Xander asked.
I nodded. "I remember catching a glimpse of his face watching the footage my parents had collected."
Foss’s gaze snapped to me, recognition lighting his eyes. The target he hadn't managed to kill. But he was smarter than Quincy and didn't say anything.
"Maybe it's time to use your gift, Selena," Xander said. "If you want to."
When I heard Foss’s voice, it brought me right back to being inside that closet.
Hearing my parents scream.
Hearing his laugh.
"Yes," I said.
"Let's take him with us," Xander said. "Move to a more private location."
"No one here cares about him," Dominic said.
"But still. We aren't going to leave much evidence, but we don't want to leave any." Xander said.
We took Foss back to that warehouse, the one where Dominic had brought me that day. It had more pleasant memories then than it did now.
The guys tortured Foss for information. His sobs echoed off the bare walls of the warehouse.
The cracking of their knuckles against his skin meant nothing to me. I watched his skin fracture under their onslaught, watched them break his arms and legs, and it didn't bother me at all.
The girl who would have cared had been killed the night he murdered my parents.
"You would have killed me too, wouldn't you? Just to leave no evidence?" I asked.
He looked up at me, startled. "I didn't want to kill a kid."
"But you took the money to do it just the same. Even if it wasn't your favorite thing to do."
“I wasn’t the only one.” Foss looked around at us frantically. “I can tell you who else was there. Just let me go.”
“You’re going to tell us that,” Aiden promised him.
Soon enough, Foss had sobbed out one more name.
"Where did the order come from?" Aiden asked, his voice dangerous. "I'm done playing."
"It was a favor for Jacob Aster,” he sobbed. “But we couldn’t find any of the evidence in the house. They hid it somewhere. Hart was trying to take it to the Feds.”
Suddenly it all made sense. That was why I’d found someone trying to get into my parents’ accounts.
I wasn’t the only one trying to retrieve the evidence they’d hidden.
