Page 87 of Corrupted Sinner
The guy went back to glaring and something uncomfortable twisted up in my gut. Because that was a good question.
When he didn’t answer, she rolled her eyes and twisted the knife a little more.
“Drop the macho act,” she said when he’d finished screaming and squirming like a worm on a hook. “Nobody likes being poked with stabby things. So, how about we avoid any more stabbing and all the screaming and skip to the part where you tell me what I want to know. That’s where this ends,amico.”
The asshole actually looked up at me, eyes imploring.
I laughed. “Sorry, my friend. My dick’s getting hard just watching her like this. I’m afraid I won’t be putting an end to it any time soon.”
She didn’t look up at me, but I could see the corner of her lips tugging up in a smile.
“So, do you have anything to tell me?” she asked the guy “Or do you want to see just how long you can hold out?—it’s up to you.”
“We were supposed to let him know when we had you,” he spat out. “That’s all I know.”
He was telling the truth; it was written clear as day across his ugly face.
“Are you about finished, darling?” I asked when no further questions seemed to be forthcoming.
She looked down at the guy for a moment, the fingers of her free hand tapping against her thigh. “What do you know about Domínguez’s next-in-command?” she asked.
“Mateo Flores? What about him?”
Well, that was already something. We had a name now, a name that likely belonged to the man who’d been posing as Javier Domínguez.
“Where does he go when he’s not with Domínguez?” she asked.
The guy started to shrug, then stopped as he winced in pain. “How the hell would I know?” he hissed.
“What about the people Domínguez kidnaps? Where is he keeping them?” she persisted.
The guy scoffed at her. “You think hekeepshostagesaround? People who could talk?” he sneered. “He had you well-fooled,puta.”
I just about shot him.
“Hmm, I guess you’re right,” she said without missing a beat. “He kept you around, and look what happened; you’re singing like a canary.” She spoke lightly, but there was a change in her posture, her shoulders sagging a little. Because she’d heard it as clearly as I had; the asshole wasn’t lying. At least to the best of this asshole’s knowledge, there were no hostages.
“I think we’re done here,” Greta said, pulling the knife from the man’s flesh.
About time.
I aimed my gun and fired a bullet right between his eyes.Goodbye and good riddance.
“We found the two stragglers Domínguez sent,” Greta said. She had her phone to her ear and was talking into it. Gabe, if I had to guess. “They’re dead now… behind Onyx,” she added, wincing just a little.
Then she was silent for a moment, nodding occasionally.
“Grazie, amico,” she said, then hung up the phone. “Gabe will have Costa men clean up the mess.”
Well, that was rather kind of him. It seemed there wasn’t much people wouldn’t do for Greta. I had a feeling there wasn’t much Greta wouldn’t do for others, so it seemed like an even trade.
We waited around until Aldo came back out.
“It seems I’m on cleanup duty,” he said to her without rancor.
“I appreciate it, Aldo,” she said.
And then she said nothing else. Nothing the whole drive back to my place. Nothing as I let us inside and flipped on the lights. Nothing while I grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the kitchen and poured us each a glass.