Why had Blue killed Mouse?
And who the fuck wanted him back?
His mind raced.
Was that information just another bit of his past he temporarily couldn’t remember?
Was that a part of the past his brain kept neatly tucked away?
Tugging out his cell phone, Real answered the former Secretary of Defense’s call.
“Sir.”
“Where are you?” Dave’s deep sigh sounded tired.
“Is something wrong with Azrael?” Real countered instead of answering.
“No, no. He’s fine,” Dave said.
Shit. Real grimaced when his mind snapped as if on autopilot to the boy.
A seventeen-year-old boy. One traumatized by Solomon. So many reasons to stay away.
He’ll be eighteen later this month.
“What do you need?” He gripped the steering wheel tightly and stared at the Genesis building from the parking lot.
Dave hesitated and Real felt his gut tighten.
“What?”
“I’ve heard a rumor that there’s a rising power in SoCal.”
“What kind of power?”
“The kind that takes jobs we don’t.”
Real squeezed the steering wheel. That meant another assassin’s group.
Erebus’ leftovers.
Jobs where they couldn’t validate the hit.
So that meant there’d be killers out there who didn’t care if they were murdering innocent people. And anyone was fair game.
“Who is it?”
“From what I can gather, it’s a man who goes by the name of Blue. Nobody knows where he operates out of nor where the fuck he came from.”
“What do you suggest?”
“Just stay alert at the moment. I’ll call Savage.”
“Copy that.”
Dave ended the call and Real drove out of the parking lot, wondering who the fuck would dare encroach on Erebus’ territory.
Justice stared at Savage and then shot a glance at Echo and Ice.