Page 60 of Alexander's Heart

I look to Reid and he’s shaking his head and, in an instant, I see his mood change and he moves fast and steps in front of Trickle grabbing a handful of hair, he yanks his head up hard and speaks real quiet, ‘Where, Trickle, tell me the access point.’

Reid’s not a real heavy hitter, but when push comes to shove, he can rival the best of us, he just prefers to keep his hands able to fly across the keys than someone’s teeth.

‘T-There’s an o-old w-well, e-entry is in t-the g-graveyard. M-Mausoleum h-has b-been b-built around it.’

Reid lets go of his head and steps away to check the Comms for conformation.

Jackson steps in and takes his place, ‘What weapons does he have? And are there any explosives? Because if I find anything more than what you tell me right now, I’m going to come back here with my dog, he really likes fresh slices of meat to chow down on. Although he may reject you, you filthy rotten prick.’

Trickle thrashes and this time he does pull his left arm out of its socket and lets out a long groan. I walk behind Trickle and get into position.

‘S-Shotgun, g-grenades, h-hand guns, a-and k-knives. N-No explosives, n-not t-that I k-know of.’

My next move is going to serve two purposes, Trickle will think he’s in for more torture and likely tell the truth, but really, I need to put his arm back in, the pain from a shoulder dislocation is immense and I will not allow him to die before Rob is found.

Jackson leans into his face and asks, ‘You sure, asshole?’

At the same time as I whack the back of his shoulder blade to put his arm back in, he screams and defecates himself, fuck get me out of here.

‘Y-Yes, h-he c-can r-rot in h-hell, j-just s-stop, p-please, k-kill me-me, j-just k-kill me!’

The art of interrogation is establishing dominance which we did weeks ago and the rest is a series of mind games, they always do the most damage, a captors mind will withhold initially but when they’ve run through escape strategies constantly, or they’re not rescued, reality sets in and they break themselves.

I circle around the front and growl, “You’d better have told us everything or Halsey is going to enjoy his meaty treats!”

Trickle nods slightly before he passes out. The pain from the dislocation and relocation too much for him to handle on top of the serious injuries he’s already got, this latest one may just do him in.

“Doc, give this fucker something to keep him alive, just in case.”

“Yes, Chief, I’ll hook him up to some IV antibiotics and pain relief to take the edge off. Davies will have to check in on him morning and night while we’re spun up.

“Good, let’s head upstairs it fucking reeks down here.” I say, with my stomach recoiling.

“Hooyah.” The boys cheer.

Doc hooks Trickle up and then we make our way up to the war room. Blake is on Comms organizing with The Night Stalkers to have a Hawk dropped on the roof, Cuddy is analyzing maps with Reid and Jackson is making sure our ALICE’s are packed with all we need, we keep them here now for safety, away from Alexa. The only person not here is Tiny.

I call his cell and he answers on the first ring, “Chief, everything good?”

“We’re spinning up within the hour. Trickle spilled a location.”

“Be there in 20 mikes,” he says and disconnects the call.

We have security protecting Janelle and Caroline when we’re not there but still, I know this will be hard for Tiny. He hasn’t admitted it yet but we know Caroline has a hold over him, whether he feels it’s brotherly or more, I don’t know, but I suspect the latter.

My next call is to Davies, “Commander, we’ve been spun up.”

“JSOC?” He enquires, obviously picking up on something in my tone.

“No, I need you leave Central Park and watch my family, also that fucking mongrel in the cell, Doc has an IV hooked up and I need you to make sure that fucker doesn’t die.”

“With pleasure.” The drawn out way he says pleasure makes me smile.

I excuse myself and head up to the apartment and find Lily in the shower washing her swollen belly and my cock stands to attention, fuck she’s beautiful, I don’t really have time but I’ll make it quick, Lily explodes at the slightest touch anyhow so it’ll be good.

I shed my clothes like a freshman at a pep rally and walk in behind her, “Handsome, I thought you were working?” Lily squeaks out.

“I’m working you right now, Shhh, Angel.” I waste no time; I want to spend my last minutes buried deep inside my woman.

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