Page 3 of Cry For Mercy

Seb stepped in my direction with a snarl, and that girl of his got in his way, her hands on his chest.

“Seb, no… you need him, remember?” Her voice was firm, and strong. Hell… maybe she was the one in charge, and they did what she told them. I’d have put my money on the opposite, except for the fact that he’d listened to her. Stopped in his tracks, looked down at her, and then sighed.

“You’re right, baby. Wanna help put a smile back on my face?” She giggled, and then heaved a heavy theatrical sigh.

“Ugh… If I really have to.” She headed out of the room, with him following, and making all kinds of X-rated threats, that I really wished I hadn’t heard.

“Look, Teller. I get it. You’re a good guy, and we’re not. But look… sometimes what you see isn’t what’s really going on. Sometimes you might need to dig your head out of your ass, and see what’s actually real. We didn’t kill Harv, but we’ll do everything we can, to protect the person who did. And no, I’m not telling you who. Get out there, and do the job we’re paying you for. Seb has emailed you everything we have, including where the father was seen this morning, and places to start, like what remains of Harv’s little bookshop. Keep us posted. I want frequent fucking updates. You ghost us, and I’ll send Marco after you. And that won’t be the picnic you think it might be.”

They’re fucking insane. I raised my hands, backing up a few steps.

“Look, I get it. I’ll do what you want. Just… look… sometimes I open my mouth, and I shouldn’t. It’s my way. So if I pissed off your brother, and you, I’m sorry. I know I’m in way over my head, but I’ll get this done, right?”

Samuel nodded. “Check in with Marco if you need backup. Regardless of what Seb said, he’s on downtime, after a busy few weeks.”

I got out of there fast, because I wasn’t sure I’d survive a longer conversation with either of those crazy bastards.

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