Page 51 of Agony

Rogue: “On a job, why?”

Fisher: “I need wheels.”

Rogue: “I have a loaner. My car is at headquarters.”

Fisher: “Okay, I’ll figure something out.”

Damn it, just his luck.

Next on his list to try was Savage. He probably wouldn’t get help there, but it was worth a try.

Fisher: “Can I get a loaner car?”

Savage: “Yes.”

Fisher blinked at the one-word response.

No additional questions? No asking where the fuck he’d been?

What was that about?

He didn’t question it, though, and called for another ride that dropped him off a mile from Erebus. From there, he worked his way through the blocks with a back-and-forth pattern until he reached the back of the building next to the Erebus parking lot.

The headache was instant and he leaned on the side of the neighboring warehouse.

His vision swam and blue eyes swept up in a young face, thin arms hugging him tightly in a crowded bar.

Then the blood.

Fuck. He sank to his knees on the asphalt, gravel cut into his knees, but he didn’t feel the pain.

Mouse was dead.

Blue had killed Mouse and the night it all happened came back to him.

Running, then hunting, exchanging fire in the parking lot but needing to disappear before the cops came.

He’d gone to Justice that night after being gone for a few days. He’d needed someone he could trust.

They’d spent the night together, but the next morning he’d…

Wait…he’d passed out that morning, which he never did.

Damn it…the memory receded.

Rubbing his hands down his face, his eyes burned. A young teenage boy was dead. A boy he’d tried to help.

Blue was dead as soon as he located the fucker.

What he needed to do now was find Beck. The teenager was going to be devastated when he found out Mouse was gone. Beck would probably not want to live, but Fisher was going to be there and hang on to the boy until he could go on without Mouse.

He shoved to his feet and headed around the building and across the Erebus building’s parking lot.

The guard on duty stepped aside when he approached and Fisher pressed his thumb to the keypad on the wall. The door sprung open and he stepped into the cool interior. The guard closed the door after he entered and Fisher took the stairs leading to the upper floor and Savage’s office.

“No, this one is better,” someone said just as Fisher stepped into the open doorway.

Savage sat behind the desk with an exasperated look on his face. A slender and rather beautiful blond man was hanging over Savage’s shoulder looking at the man’s phone.

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