Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 110694 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 553(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110694 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 553(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
“Think we got it,” he said, then tossed it to me.
“I’ll call Bane. He can take Luther with him to check the warehouse and see if this is it while we stay here with Moe.”
Locke jumped down and dusted off his hands on his jeans. “I’m gonna need to take a shower with fucking bleach after this. The fucker is nasty.”
“He shit again!” Luther called from the other room. “Can’t we just kill him and leave?”
Locke smirked as I shook my head, then pressed Bane’s number.
“Locke found a key in the bedroom vent. Come get it and go test it. If it works, we will end this here and meet you there. Oh, and I’m sending Luther with you. I’m tired of him bitching about the smell.”
“Five minutes away,” he replied. “Send him out with the key.”
“Yeah.” I ended the call, sliding my phone back into my pocket.
Locke glanced past me and into the other room. “If he shit, can I just stay in here?”
Jesus, they could kill a man and then go have a drink and watch tits and ass dance on a pole, but they couldn’t handle filth and the scent of shit.
“Go on outside and keep an eye on things. If the fuckers he’s working with think we might be onto them, we could have company.”
Locke looked relieved. “On it.”
Luther was glowering at Moe, the idiot who had been hired by Marsha Conway’s people to get photos of Governor Baskin fucking a stripper, along with video for another grand.
Jericho Baskin was in office because we had put him there. Marsha Conway was some uptight bitch who was intent on running against him. She was already playing dirty. Once this was cleared up, we would have to pay her a visit and make sure this was the last time she pulled this shit.
If Baskin could keep his dick in his pants, that would be helpful, too, but the man liked to fuck college coeds, and we’d been covering up his tracks for years. In return, when we needed someone to look the other way, he made sure it happened. This was by far the most inconvenient instance because this place was disgusting. We’d all need bleach after.
“Here’s a key. Take it out to Bane, who is almost here. Y’all are going to test it.”
“Thank fuck,” Luther said in relief as he moved to take it.
I turned back to Moe, slid the knife into my back pocket, and crossed my arms over my chest. The other two men could not get out of here fast enough.
I waited until the door closed behind them before speaking. “I got shit to do, Moe. You’re wasting my time. If that key isn’t the right one, it’ll be your balls that come off next.”
His eyes were red-rimmed as his bottom lip trembled. “They’ll kill me,” he whispered like there was someone other than me who could hear him.
“Moe, I’m gonna kill you. That’s a given. But what we are wagering on here is how I’m gonna kill you. It can be fast and painless. Or I can drag it out for days. Endless torture,” I told him. “You ever been around pigs, Moe?”
He shook his head as he began to let out a low whimper.
“Funny thing, those pigs,” I went on, taking the one cigarette I’d brought with me out of my pocket and sticking it between my lips. Pulling the lighter out next, I lit it up and inhaled deeply, letting the nicotine seep in. “Pigs are indiscriminate eaters. They will eat anything you put in front of them. In fact, they won’t just eat a human body; they will eat all of it. Bones, teeth, and soft tissue. Until there is nothing left.”
He began to sob as I took another drag, watching him.
No one would miss him. He was a junkie who was gonna eventually die in this filth with a needle up his arm. The cocaine was the least of the drugs Locke had found here. It also seemed he’d put hidden cameras in public restrooms to watch women go to the toilet. Shitting was apparently the twisted fuck’s thing because he had more videos of that than the other.
“I got a whole pen full of pigs, Moe.”
“It’s the key,” he wailed loudly.
Good.
“And are all the copies in there?” I asked.
Although the stripper who had fucked the governor had already sworn those were the only copies, I wanted to double-check. She knew her life was on the line. Baskin had been too damn easy to set up. I was going to start sending him vetted girls who I knew weren’t working for someone else.
He nodded. “All except the one in there.”
I tensed. “In where?”
“My-my video collection. They don’t know I took a copy. I liked to watch it though.”
I pointed at the restroom videos. “With those?”