Page 93 of Misted

But again, she can serve as protection, so maybe I’ll kill her later.

If there’s a later.

I retrieve my phone that I left here and freeze when I see two messages from the now-familiar unknown number.

This is only the beginning, Mist.

Wait for it. Do you hear the sound of your life becoming hell?

Fuck them. Whoever they are. They can’t make my life hell if I go there willingly.

“Well, Scar drove that lieutenant crazy, but even then, he wasn’t stopping.” Shadow takes a long swig of his drink. “What will you do?”

“I can’t take care of the police, but I can take care of someone more powerful than them.”

I dial his number and he picks up after long rings.

“Hello, Hades. I have an offer that might interest you.”