Page 68 of Agony

Rolling his neck, he relieved the tension and shot Blue a dark glance.

“Where’s Mouse and where the fuck is Fisher?” he snarled.

Blue touched his fingers to the bandage on his forehead. Beneath the white gauze was a scar that had required eight stitches. That was courtesy of Fisher shooting at him. One of the bullets had cleaved into a car, sending something flying through the air. He owed that motherfucker. If it was the last thing he ever did, he would avenge Solomon by killing Fisher and every single one of Erebus. His brother had not deserved to die like that.

“Bring the other one in,” Tanis ordered Garrett, who stood just inside the door.

A few minutes later, Garrett carried Scotty in with his feet and hands bound, duct tape slapped over his mouth just as Kit was carted out rolled in plastic.

Bright blond hair fell into Scotty’s eyes. The young man had truly been a beautiful boy once upon a time and Tanis did regret that Scotty hadn’t aged out.

Fear now darkened those light blue eyes and the blond’s skin was sickly from drug abuse. He walked over and yanked the tape from Scotty’s mouth, leaving the man gasping.

“That was Kit.” Tanis pointed after the men carrying the plastic roll.

Scotty was lifted off of his feet by Blue and two men jumped to roll out more plastic. Blue dropped Scotty down on the fresh sheet.

Tanis picked up the bat and showed it to Scotty. Blood ran down the wood and Tanis tilted it so it smattered the plastic.

“Where is Boston?”

“I don’t know. I swear.”

“Do you know who does?”

Scotty froze, staring at him with wide eyes. There was that look again. The same one Kit had given him as if they were afraid of someone more than him.

That was where they were wrong. He was the one to fear here.

He was the biggest monster.

“Kit died because he kept secrets from me. How did Boston find Kit’s house?”

“I don’t know,” Scotty cried, his voice tight with fear.

That same terror kept the young man mute.

Tanis lifted the bat.

“Wait! I know someone who might know.”

Tanis squinted and eased the bat lower. Holding Scotty’s gaze, he waited.

“Fisher.”

Just the sound of Fisher’s name sent his pulse thrumming. Tanis felt his heart pounding in his chest. His mouth went dry and he squeezed the bat.

“Where is he!” he snarled.

“He was at Kit’s the other night.”

“Why didn’t you know that?” he hissed at Blue.

“He wasn’t there when I looked.”

Tanis turned away.

Fisher.

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