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DeLuca held up the folder. “A full set of teeth.”
I left the body and took a step toward him. “No, that’s not true. He doesn’t have all his teeth. I know because I knocked one of them out, lower middle molar on the left.”
But DeLuca just shook his head. “Not according to the paperwork.”
A mole on his left shoulder. “And he has a mole on the back of his left shoulder,” I added as the memory of him with a Daughter at The Order came rushing back.
She was crying.
He was fucking.
I stood there, staring at the corpse while my stomach churned and my soul died a little more. “It was dark, raised.”
“You sure?” DeLuca was interested now.
“I’m fucking positive.”
He walked over, stepping to the left side this time, tugged the bag lower, and reached inside. I followed as that fist of desperation drove deeper into my chest. The bag creaked as the doc yanked an arm out, then reached under, gripped the body tightly, and lifted.
The entire thing moved, but only a little. He grunted, straining as he lifted again. “A hand would be good,” he growled.
No…no fucking way.
He jerked his gaze to mine. “You want to see the mole or not?”
“Goddamn it,” I grumbled as I unbuttoned my jacket and pulled it off. Revulsion rose as I yanked the sleeves of my shirt and rolled them up.
The pudgy flesh was cold. My fingers sank in as I gripped the body around the back of the neck and yanked.
Crunch
I winced, grunting as the body suddenly shot upwards. But I didn’t care about that, I was too busy looking at the gray flesh of the shoulders.
There was no mole.
There was no fucking mole.
“It’s not there.” The doc searched the smooth skin and shook his head.
I met his stare as we let the body fall back down. “I knew it. The sonofabitch is still out there.”
* * *
I watched the red lights of the Range Rover flare once before the four-wheel drive turned and disappeared around the corner. A shudder tore free as I gripped the wheel, taking a deep, sudden breath. The heady scent of the brand new car invaded to fill my lungs, overpowering the stench of the dead.
He’s still out there.
Rage burned inside me, making me strangle the wheel. Was he watching me…laughing because his plan worked. It was a smart plan…for someone like him with no backbone. I leaned forward, stabbed the button, and started the engine.
Only now I had a bigger task on my hands. How the hell did you track a dead man? I didn’t know. But I’d figure it out. I’d find the bastard who’d betrayed me and almost killed my son, and when I did…
When I did…
I’d look in his eyes, smile, then shoot the bastard in the head myself.
The engine of the Audi growled into gear and pulled forward, eager to be rid of the mortuary. My thoughts turned to the warehouse on the outskirts of the city and the Rossis waiting for me. I tried to think what it could be, but my thoughts kept drifting to Vivienne.
I glanced at the phone, fighting the urge to call her.
