Page 53 of Agony

Savage watched the assassin’s slender form disappear out his door and he released the sigh he’d been holding. He hadn’t been let in on what exactly Solomon had done to the boys he’d captured, but he could take a fucking guess.

He still didn’t know where Blue factored in on all this. He figured the answers lie with Fisher and Rogue because Echo had thought Blue was dead and didn’t know what was going on.

However, getting answers from Fisher and Rogue was like trying to capture the wind.

This was all kinds of fucked up. He rubbed at his face.

“All good?” Thane poked his head back in the door.

“Yeah.” Savage scowled. “Go to work.”

Thane poked out his bottom lip, but Savage steeled himself. After a moment, Thane snapped a half-assed salute in his direction and sauntered off.

“Smart ass,” Savage muttered.

“I heard that,” Thane’s voice drifted back.

Savage rubbed at the bridge of his nose. This job just might be the death of him. Wrangling a bunch of assassins wasn’t anything to sneeze at.

He really did not love this job. At least, not yet. But taking on this task had been a favor for Dave.

It was the least he could do since the former SecDef had saved his ass several times in the past.

The place was airtight.

Not even the cops had been privy to what had gone down inside.

Justice found the key in the old Ford fender just like Wrath had said. He opened the door and stepped inside.

The smell punched him in the gut. He pressed his hand over his nose and mouth, trying to overcome the smell of feces and mold that almost had him throwing up. It was a good damned thing he’d skipped breakfast.

Axel whined at him and Justice sympathized.

“Come on, we’ll get used to it,” he told his dog.

He left the door open and snapped on the light from the switch on the wall to his right. The fluorescent lights flickered on and hummed, illuminating the inside of the cluttered warehouse.

Axel stayed glued to his side until Justice gave a silent command to search the place and the dog shot off like a rocket.

Gazing around, Justice was faced with boxes, crates, and numerous pallets holding shit stacked to the ceiling. It looked like an old electronics warehouse, but the pictures on the side of the boxes looked like it dated back to the eighties.

One pile of boxes held photos of old-fashioned computer screens with their protruding backs, looking like grotesque monstrosities. Those suckers definitely worked on dial-up internet.

What he couldn’t fathom was why all the crap? It could have been left over from when Solomon had bought the place. Had Solomon wanted to take a crack at the computer business but then saw a more lucrative opportunity of kidnapping boys from the streets for profit?

That question may never be answered because the fucker was dead.

Walking along the stacked pallets, Justice came to an opening at the end.

He stepped out and for a split second, he couldn’t comprehend what he was seeing. Bile coated his tongue at his first glimpse of the open space.

He stared in horror as his mind raced.

Here the smell grew even more sickening and Justice dropped his hand from covering his nose.

He deserved to breathe in every fucking bit of this stench.

Kit’s house was dark except for the one yellow front porch light and Fisher spotted movement behind the blinds that covered the dirty front windows.

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