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“Please, whatever it is that you want, please tell me,” she pleaded in her desperation to be set free.“If it’s money you want… I… I don’t have much, but I’ll give you everything that I have.Please, just don’t kill me.”
Again, I was silent, but I moved into the light a bit so she could see my form.By the way her eyes widened and her body begin to tremble, I knew I was having the desired effect.
“What do you want?Please tell me!”she cried.
“You know what I want,” I said, finally breaking my silence.
“Is it money?”she asked again.
Well, truth be told, I always wanted money.This vigilante shit was costly.Having to replace my costumes when they got riddled with bullet holes or shredded to pieces was a hassle.Then I had to eat, pay rent, buy gadgets, not to mention everything Jordan needed.Yep, money was always on my list, but right now, it was a secondary desire.I wanted information first.
“Tell me what I want,” I said, really fucking with her mind.
She licked her trembling lips as she tried to figure out what I wanted from her.“I… I wouldn’t know what you want.If it’s not money… is it sex?”
Bitch, please.Even if I was straight, after seeing what you did to that man, I wouldn’t be able to get my dick hard enough to fuck that sixty year old pussy of yours.
“It’s not sex,” I said.I wanted to get her off that road and put her on the path I wanted her on.
“Jesus Christ,” she whined as more tears streamed down the sides of her face.
“Tell me what I want to know,” I demanded.
“About what?!”she yelled in a half frustrated, half angry tone.
I gave her the silent treatment again.
“Listen, I can pay you.If someone put you up to this, I can pay you,” she whimpered.
While I listened to her try to weasel out of what I had in store, I thought about methods I could employ to get her to fess up without coming right out and asking her what she knew or could tell me about this Killing Game bullshit.Fucking murder syndicate for bored, sick, rich bastards.Well, I knew she always paid cash, thanks to her assistant giving me the info on that.Maybe that would be what I’d go with.
“You were short in your last payment,” I said, just throwing that out there to see where it’d get me.
She blinked and frowned as if she didn’t know what the fuck I could be referring to.“What?What is this about?Where’s Nancy?”
“Dead.”
“Oh my god!”she shrieked.“Please, I’m just the mayor.I don’t have a lot of money, but I can give you what I do have.”
Now the bitch was just insulting my intelligence.I knew for a fact that although she wasn’t rich like my last target, she was using city funds for her own personal pleasure.To cover up the illegal spending, she came up with property deals she never planned on following through on.I had put a lot of that together last night.Cecily Danvers was one clever psychopath.
“You gave the money to my associate last month.It was short.I’m who they send when it’s short,” I lied, though with me telling that lie, I could see that she was coming around to understanding what I was talking about.
Her eyes bulged and her mouth dropped open.“That’s impossible!I made sure every cent was there,” she exclaimed.“I swear, I would never cheat your boss out of his money.”
Jackpot.Now to just word my interrogation questions correctly and I’d be making real progress.“It was short, and as you know, my boss doesn’t take too kindly to being robbed.”
“I swear, I didn’t rob him.Jesus Christ, Nancy made the drop.Perhaps she stole the money.It wasn’t me!On my life, I swear it!”she pleaded.
I liked how she pushed Nancy under the bus.It would seem she didn’t deserve Nancy’s loyalty.
“Nancy swore with her last dying breath that she didn’t take the money.”I chuckled.“If you would have seen what I did to her before I killed her, you’d know she was telling the truth.So, that leaves you, Ms.Danvers,” I threatened.
“No!No, I swear, I’d never betray your boss.Maybe it was your guy who stole it,” she offered.“He’s the one who picked the money up.”
“Mr.Chance?”I supplied.
“Yes!”she exclaimed.
