Page 77 of Agony

Dressed in all black along with gloves and a hooded mask, Justice took the pathway that threaded below the stairs and along the front of the motel rooms.

Thankfully, the doors had locks and not key cards. Otherwise, he would have had to come up with plan B. Reaching room 101, he picked the lock, eased open the door, and closed it.

The room was empty, but he’d known that before making his move.

The mark was currently walking back from eating at the roadside diner down the street.

A laptop sat open on the small desk and he hit the space bar. It was password protected, but Justice didn’t need to see it to know what it contained. The fucker had avoided doing hard time due to a technicality. The DA had mishandled files or some shit like that.

One of the victims’ fathers had put out the request.

Savage had investigated and determined that indeed Gibson needed to pay for his crimes one way or another.

“Don’t shoot me.”

Disbelief held Justice for a split second and then he rounded on the voice that came from the shadows near the bathroom door. A bathroom he’d fucking checked.

How the fuck had he missed a victim? He stared into the eyes of the young teenager who looked to be about sixteen, if that.

Was this kid an accomplice? Justice lifted his gun and the boy’s hands raised.

“Justice.”

When the kid spoke his name, recognition dawned.

“Azrael? What the fuck are you doing here?” Justice growled, keeping his weapon on the kid.

“I work for Erebus.”

Justice had briefly met Azrael at Dave’s place when the former SecDef had taken in three of Solomon’s boys and given them a home. What Dave had not done was let Erebus employ any of them.

“Wrong. You don’t work for Erebus.”

“So the fuck what? I didn’t work for Erebus when Solomon forced me to kill.”

The boy’s beautiful dark eyes snapped with anger and the long, straight, equally dark hair was tossed wildly from his anger-filled face. The kid should be in fucking high school, not here doing this shit.

“How’d you find out about this?”

“Solomon used to let me look through the jobs. I know what this guy did.”

So, the kid had access to Erebus jobs—photos and statements of horrific crimes made by people who, in his own opinion, weren’t even human.

Great.

What a shit show.

A noise snagged his attention and Justice put a finger to his lips.

The scuff of shoes and then the rattling of keys sounded near the door.

“Stay hidden,” he hissed, and Azrael melted into whatever shadow he’d been in—the kid was that fucking good.

Justice sat in the office chair at the small desk, then quickly rolled until his back was to the wall, and placed his silencer on his lap.

A key sounded in the door and Gibson coughed when he entered the room. The man shut the door and flipped the deadbolt before yanking off his jacket.

Hitting the lights, some sixth sense must have alerted the predator of his or Azrael’s existence because Gibson pulled a gun.

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