Page 29 of Agony

“Come on,” Steel said, elbowing him. “Tell me.”

“Nunya,” Justice said and ran his eyes over the crowded nightclub that was jumping on a busy Los Angeles Friday night.

With enough money, anyone could be found, and finding out where Blue typically hung out had cost them a cool twenty grand. The snitch had taken a bus out of town. Justice hoped the guy made it and stayed gone.

Fucking with assassins was like putting a target on your back.

“Show me that sketch again.”

“We should have brought more people,” Steel bitched, discreetly pulling up the artist’s drawing on his phone.

Justice glanced at Steel’s phone and the sketch of Blue that Echo had provided.

He shook his head. They didn’t need more men. They just needed this fucker dead so he could go home.

“We can handle this guy,” he said, leaning back in his chair and running his eyes over the crowd. Echo had told them Blue had white-blond hair. Finding a blond in a sea of brunettes shouldn’t be all that hard to spot.

His friend shrugged. “It would be easier with more eyes.”

“Since when have you ever wanted easy?”

Steel released a puff of air that sounded like a snort and tossed back the shot of whiskey. Justice had opted out of drinking. He wanted a clear head when he did this hit and be able to get back to Fisher.

He pressed his fingers to the bridge of his nose.

“There he is.” Steel jerked his chin toward the south side of the room. “How are we going to get him out.”

“We wait,” Justice said and cracked his neck and flexed, stretching his muscles for a moment and then continued studying Blue.

The man looked like a businessman in his dress slacks and button-down shirt, but the intel they’d gathered told a very different story.

The guy was a sexual predator who had supposedly given up that kind of life to become a stone cold killer. Perhaps Blue still dabbled in the former, Justice didn’t know nor did he care.

The sick fuck was dying tonight.

Several men were standing near Blue. Justice suspected they were either friends of Blue or his bodyguards. It didn’t matter. If they were protecting Blue, then they would die as well.

It stood to reason that the sick son of a bitch would take over a place off the radar and that was fine with Justice. The place had been vacant for years in Los Angeles. Graffiti covered the outside and a ten foot chain-link fence surrounded the perimeter.

He and Steel crept through the dark taking out two men who got in their way. Neither man had been able to fire off a shot or radio Blue they were coming. The place didn’t have cameras, so that wasn’t something he needed to bother with.

Justice shot out each light as they made their way deeper into the eight-story abandoned building.

The city had plans to convert it to a new hotel next year, so it was only right that they were here cleaning house tonight.

All in the name of helping society out.

The guy turned out to be a fucking rabbit. The only one he’d seen come close to how fast Blue was had been Echo. Not only was Blue fast, but he disappeared like Fisher did.

One minute, Blue was there and the next minute, the fucker was gone.

Justice launched through the building, taking the stairs upward as Steel jumped downward. They would cut this fucker off and leave him no way out.

He stopped just at the door to the fourth level and eased it open. Something moved down the hallway and Justice raced out of the door and after the moving shadow.

Almost to the door, he slowed and pulled his nine-millimeter. If that room was a dead end, then he’d bet money a gun was aimed at where his head should be.

He crouched.

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