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If I hadn’t killed Macoy. If I’d taken out Hale first…
If I’d…
If I’d…
If I wasn’t so fucking obsessed with her.
I might’ve been able to keep my fucking head when they took her. But I hadn’t…I’d easily stepped back into my own selfish need.
I needed to fix this. I clenched my jaw as that nerve pulsed at the corner of my eye. I needed to end this. But first…first, I had to find my son.
I killed the engine and watched as faint flecks of snow fell from the sky. Jesus…as if this night couldn’t get fucking worse. I climbed out and closed the door gently behind me. The December wind howled, tearing right through my black cargo turtlenecked sweater and military vest I wore. I started walking, scanning the houses before I slipped down the side of one and watched for dogs.
That was the last thing I needed.
My boots were silent as I grabbed the top of the gate and vaulted over, hitting the ground with a thud. Barking started three houses over. I glanced toward the sound and kept on moving, making my way to the rear fence, then grabbed the top with both hands and heaved upwards.
Thud.
I hit the ground and scanned the rest of the houses. The wind howled, snatching away any sound I made. That’s just how I wanted it as I moved, climbed the rear stairs, then pulled the multitool from my pocket and found the pick. Cheap locks made little work. One hard thump in the right place and the door popped open like a jar.
I was inside in an instant.
One glance over my shoulder and I caught the flare of headlights in the street behind me where I was parked…and that same sedan slowly rolled past. I scowled as I closed the door behind me. Someone was following me. Someone I needed to take care of.
Just not right now.
I turned around, glanced at the darkened room, and made for the closed door of the single bedroom in the place. One careful turn and I was inside, looking down at the sprawled-out asshole.
The fake Rolex sat on the dresser beside him. I was sure it was his prized possession. It made him feel important. Made him feel…powerful.
I stepped closer, then reached into my pocket and pulled a black zip tie free. It didn’t take long. One gentle shift of his foot and I wrapped the plastic around and fed the end through.
Ripp…
He barely moved as it tightened.
“You have a nice house, Walter,” I murmured, feeding the end through the other tie and stepped closer, looking down at the man in the middle of the double bed. “It would be a shame to make a mess of you in it.”
His eyes snapped open as I pounced, grabbed one hand, and shoved, rolling him over to grab the other. He was bound before he knew it.
His hands behind his back.
His ankles wedged against each other.
I’d snapped them tight before he even knew that was happening. Before he could start to cry, that was. But he was crying now, his tears shimmering in the moon's glow that spilled through the bars on the window.
He didn’t have a nice house at all. It was a shitty one-bedroom hovel, to be exact, on the upper east side of the seedy part of the city. It was in a shithole. One this asshole deserved.
“No!” Walter cried out and slammed his eyes closed. “Take whatever you want! Just don’t…kill me.”
“Take whatever I want,” I repeated slowly, breathing in the cool rush of faintly musty air. “What I want is what I wanted before…when you rudely interrupted me. I want information on Riven Cruz, and I want it now.”
Walter’s breath stilled as he opened his eyes. Confusion made him squint as he peered at me, then in an instant he understood. “You?” He hissed.
I didn’t answer, just lifted the silenced gun. “So, this is what’s going to happen,” I breathed. “First, I’m going to release you, then you’re going to log into the building records and give me every forwarding address you have on Mr. Cruz. You will not scream for help. You will not cause a scene…because if you do...” I lifted the gun as the memory of that room assaulted me. Wide, unblinking eyes stared up at me from the piles of bodies against the wall. A wall where their killers had lined them up and massacred them. Rage rippled through me. The hunger so raw I could taste it. “If you do, that will piss me off…and right now you don’t want to do that.” I fixed my gaze on Walter. “Do I make myself clear?”
He nodded furiously.
