Page 30 of Letters to the Lost

“If you asked me that a few weeks ago I would have told you no. Tom wasn’t bright, but he had been loyal for years, I want you to find him. Do some magic on your computer and track everything, he has to have put my money somewhere.”

“No problem, I’ll get started on that as soon as I’m home,” Sebastian says.

“Take the dog with you, Sebastian.”

“But look! They like each other!” Sebastian teases, pointing to the two dogs who are now playing together.

“I swear nobody respects me anymore,” Kelvin grumbles under his breath as he walks away, giving Parzival a quick stroke on the head as he passes, “Find him, Sebastian!”

Parzival seems like a different dog from the one we picked up yesterday, he’s so attentive to everyone and just wants to play.

“Kelvin is definitely going to be feeding Parz some chicken behind our backs,” I laugh, before doing something similar and feeding him some scraps of my sandwich crusts.

“Don’t care, as long as he gets treated as well as Nanook. That’s all I care about,” Sebastian states, his hand reaching out and snagging another piece of bread crust for him, Parz happily munching on it as he sits at our feet. Nanook starts mimicking him in the hopes of getting some scraps and sits against my leg.

His white fur transfers to my black jeans as he gazes up at me with his big golden-brown eyes.

“He will be,” I tell Sebastian, a soft nudge to my thigh has my attention back on Nanook, my head strokes not enough to distract him from food.“Fine, but if you tell your mother about this, I will never feed you chicken again,” I warn the completely oblivious husky, giving him a piece of crust.

“I’m going to go check on the new houseguest.Are you coming or staying up here?” I ask Sebastian, my feet already moving towards the basement door.

“I’ll come. Let me just put Parzival in the garden with Nanook so they don’t get up to mischief.”

“Hello, roommate!” I shout, descending the last step to the basement. The overhead fluorescent lights come on, temporarily blinding the man who is chained to the chair.

“Well, don’t you look cozy,” Sebastian remarks from the doorway, his arms folded over his chest as he leans against the doorway, his face scrunches in disgust at the smell.

“Disgusting,” I sneer.

Keyon’s face fills with rage. He starts to struggle against his restraints, muffled shouts coming from his swollen, blood crusted, mouth.

“Jesus, Dominic really did a number on you didn’t he?”

My eyes roam over the sleek basement, landing on the small drill laid on the table beside Keyon.

Picking up the drill that looks like something you’d find in a dentist office, I point it near his face, taking joy as he flinches away from the instrument.

“Did he use this on you?” I taunt “Did he drill at your teeth until you were screaming from the pain?”

“Mm-m,” he mumbles, his mouth too swollen to speak.

“Want me to message Doc for a visit?” Sebastian asks from his spot, his eyes narrowed on the bastard in the chair.

“Sure. We need to keep him alive until Dominic is back.”

Keyon flinches at the mention of Dominic’s name, pulling a smirk from me.

This bastard hurt my girl. All of my human decency for him, went out the window the moment we found out he was the one who placed those cameras.

“On it,” Sebastian says, his phone already out.

“You want me to revive him a bit? Or just keep him hanging on?” Doc asks as he rummages through his bag, prepping the IV to keep Keyon alive a bit longer until Dominic is back.

“Revive him a little. We don’t want to ruin Dominic’s fun. He’ll be pissed if he comes back to a dead toy,” I say, moving to grab the bottled water for the prisoner, “Open.”

“Where’s m-wife?” Keyon manages to mumble out.

“Dead probably,” Sebastian replies, his tone bored. A sob slips from Keyon’s mouth, and a tear tracks down his blood-stained face.

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