Page 98 of Agony

“No. Far from it. He was into…other things.” Fisher took a hasty gulp of coffee to wash down the bile threatening to come up at the memories.

“I’m so sorry,” Echo whispered.

“Yeah, me too.”

Rather than speak, Echo gripped his forearm in silent comfort.

“Are you sure Tanis is alive?” Rogue asked Fisher quietly.

“I’d bet my life on it.”

“Then we can’t let him live.”

They looked at one another and there in the confines of the SUV, they made a silent pact.

Tanis was going to die.

And the fucker was going to suffer before he took his last breath.

Fisher was pissed and he couldn’t seem to get a handle on his anger. Not only as a result of his discussion with Echo and Rogue, but also angry about one missing assassin.

Justice had ghosted him.

Yanking his cell phone from his front pocket, he dialed Justice’s number for what seemed like the twentieth time. He wasn’t sure about what he was going to say, but he would be sure to give the asshole a piece of his mind.

When it rang on the other end, he impatiently tapped his finger on the windowsill.

Justice didn’t get to be pissed at him.

He was the one that was supposed to be angry.

He was the one that was supposed to avoid Justice. And he sure the hell was the one who was in the right here, so what was the man’s problem?

The call went to voicemail.

You’ve reached Justice, leave a message.

Prick!

He ended the call and tossed his phone onto his worn couch before he followed it down. Kicking his feet up, he draped them over the arm of the couch and yanked the small pillow beneath his head.

The day was growing late, but he felt too restless to try and sleep. When his phone buzzed, he dug for it and pulled it from beneath his right ass cheek.

It was a text from Savage. Rather than respond, Fisher punched in the guy’s number.

“Ready for a job?” Savage said by way of answering the phone.

“Yeah. I have a question though.”

“What’s that?”

“Aren’t we supposed to be working in pairs?”

“Yes.”

“Well Justice isn’t.” Fisher crossed his ankles and stared out the window beyond his feet. He felt like a fucking snitch and that pissed him off even more.

“You want me to tell him to get his head out of his ass?”

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