Page 128 of Buried in Blood
I raise my head.
“I’m still yours.”
“Louder.”
“I’m still yours.”
Hekneels in front of me, hands resting on my thighs. “Convince me.”
My voice quivers. “I—I’ll do whatever you ask.”
A cruel glint sparks in his eyes. “Good.”
He rises, walking to his desk, pulling open a drawer and retrieving a black folder. The paper inside is thick. Crisp. Marked with a red wax seal.
He sets it down between us like a sacrament.
“Then let’s begin.”
He opens the folder.
And smiles.
“Here’s what I need you to do—”
* * *
I lean forward as Damien pulls out a single sheet of thick paper. It’s not typed. It’s handwritten. Precise. Clean. Deadly.
He taps the page once. “Read it.”
My eyes scan the list.
Main Hall, under the flowers on the arbor.
Service kitchen, behind fire extinguisher panel.
Garden arbor, right side beam—under floral drape.
Basement fuse box, inside breaker cover.
“Four points,” he says smoothly, pouring himself another drink. “All low-risk entry. All disguised. All placed within twenty minutes.”
