Page 43 of Justified
“Okay, fuck this shit.”I grabbed her arm, and this time I didn’t hesitate.I squeezed to get the vein, took the top off the syringe with my teeth, and then jabbed that bastard into her arm as she screamed.I pushed the serum in quickly, which I knew had to hurt, then pulled the needle out, setting it on the nightstand.The drug worked relatively quickly, making her nice and docile.Plus, it shut down all that stupid screaming.
I had to be careful about how I asked the questions.With her being under the influence, I needed to make sure what she told me was indeed the truth.I had to know how to wade through all the incoherent nonsense I was sure I’d have to decipher.I decided to change forms.Maybe if I looked like the mayor to her, she’d be more trusting.I walked into the bathroom with my purse, removing a photo of the mayor I had.
I memorized every detail of her face and body, then began to make my transformation.As always, it hurt like a son of a bitch and I moaned in agony as my bones broke, shrunk, and then reformed to fit the size and height of the mayor.My skin loosened to accommodate the woman’s age and, for sixty-two, Mayor Cecily Danvers wasn’t a bad-looking gal.She wasn’t out of shape, either.I checked myself over in the mirror once the change was complete and nodded my approval.
Mayor Danvers had a silvery-blonde bob haircut, gray eyes, and not as many wrinkles as one would expect.After approving my look, I walked out of the bathroom and noticed right away that Nancy was ready to talk.I sat down on the bed and caressed her face.“Hi Nancy, are you with me?”I asked in Mayor Danvers’ voice.The best thing about my ability to look like another person was the fact that I sounded like them without any extra effort on my part.It was all in the vocal cords.
She looked up at me with extremely dopey eyes.“Shhhhhh, someone with Mercedes’ face is on to us.Or… or maybe… Mer—Mercedes isn’t who I—I thought she was.”
Well, this was even easier than I thought it was going to be.Turns out, Nancy had a lot of loyalty toward Cecily.Her first response was to warn her about me.Better play the part.
I frowned.“What do you mean?”
She shook her head slowly.“I… I don’t know how she found out.”
“We need to be careful, Nancy.Do you have any recording devices in this room?”I wanted to make sure she wasn’t some kinky freak that liked recording her sex games while the other person was unaware.I had nothing against people making personal sex tapes as long as they both agreed.Other than that, it was a violation of privacy.
Nancy shook her head.“No.I… swear.”
I nodded.“Good.Now, tell me, what did she find out?”
“The… K—K—Kill—” her voice trailed off as she looked at me, confusion written all over her face.
Come on, spit it out, bitch.“Tell me, Nancy.What do they know about the Killing Game?”
“That you… you’re a member.”
Yeah, I thought this bitch knew more than she had let on.“Does she know that you make my money drops for me and who you give the money to?”
“I… I onnnly toold her that I make the dr…drops.She does… doesn’t know… about Mr.Chance,” Nancy stammered, revealing a new player.
“What do you know of Mr.Chance, Nancy?”
“He always… collects your… money,” she replied in her drugged-up state, her words slurring in between pauses.One had to have a lot of patience when interrogating someone who was pretty much high as fuck.
“When was the last drop that you made to Mr.Chance for me?”
“Two months… ago.”
“How much was it?”
“One million, two… hundred thousand dollars.You always… pay in cash… no trail,” Nancy said as if she admired her boss’ shrewdness.
It was true.Jordan had discovered this info about the mayor through her IP address that wasn’t as protected as she thought it was.Jordan had done a money trace and discovered that Cecily’s funds came through illegal means.The more I questioned Nancy, the more I was seeing her as an accomplice rather than someone who was just forced to do their job, even if they didn’t want to.It was time for me to continue the interrogation.
I smiled.“That’s right, Nancy.I had won the bet that night.Do you remember?”I wanted to see just how much Nancy knew.
Nancy laughed in a drunken manner.“I remember.It was a fat man with… sweaty skin… looked like he stank.”
I laughed to play along.“Yeah, that’s right.He was disgusting.What did I want done to him, Nancy?”
“It was… awesome.You’re soooo gooood… to me, baby.I love you,” Nancy cooed, and I had to maintain my demeanor after that revelation.So apparently, Nancy and Cecily were also lovers.I wondered if Mercedes knew.Furthermore, this bitch was as guilty as Cecily since she was sitting back and enjoying the show as well.Dainty, delicate flowers my ass.Women could be just as horrible, viscous, and evil as any man.Lucky for me, I was an equal opportunity avenger, baby.I didn’t discriminate when it came to getting justice, and Nancy was about to learn that first hand.But before I put an end to her… just a few more questions.
I interrogated her ass for another hour, getting her itinerary for Cecily, all the way down to which flavor coffee she liked and from where.I also learned a great deal about Cecily’s finances and how some of the money she used to pay her annual fee came from city taxes.Fucking crooked ass politicians got on my damn nerves.But I learned that when money was involved, very few people were honest.In addition to all that info, I was able to confirm that Nancy knew how Cecily’s last victim had died and it was pretty fucking horrible.Damn, thinking back, it was beyond horrible.
I know I believed in an eye for an eye, but this shit was going to test even my limits.
“You did so good telling me the truth, Nancy,” I told her, and she smiled like a little obedient puppy.
