nab one of his reapers? Kill him?
Who would be crazy enough to poke the devil with
his own tail?
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“Yeah. Yeah. Setnakhts. That was it. They have this
temple there.”
“And you were involved because…”
“I was hired to…uh…to—” his gaze darted to the
closet “—supply a certain…entertainment.”
That answer made Roxy want to let him live. Minus
his dick and balls. Because she didn’t need to look in
the closet again to know exactly what sort of entertainment he meant.
But something didn’t add up. She’d lay bets that he
was improvising, giving up answers that had nothing
to do with more valuable truths.
“You were hired to provide entertainment. So you
nabbed a kid in Oklahoma City and dragged her to
Amarillo. Long way from Toronto, isn’t it?”
Marin darted another glance at the closet and his
breathing sped up.
“The Setnakhts wantedanyentertainment,” Roxy
prodded, “or this kid in particular?”
“Any kid,” he hastened to assure. “Any kid.”
Which made her certain that he lied. He’d chosen
this particular kid for a reason. If she could figure out
what that was, she’d have another fragment of the
puzzle.
“Don’t lie to me, Marin.” She brought the knife
down and nicked him on the cheek. “Three cuts, three