Page 89 of Agony

Justice snorted and flicked his gaze back to find Crow with a mocking expression on his face.

A smirk quirked the sexy fucker’s lips.

“I just want to talk,” Justice said.

“Stay out of my way,” Crow answered, the warning clear.

“Way of what?” Justice said, but Crow was already climbing up the ladder. It was a running type of climb that spoke of how fit the fucker was. When Crow disappeared over the edge of the roof, Justice turned to Steel.

He elbowed his friend to get his attention.

“Huh?” Steel grimaced and pulled his eyes from the ledge.

“What do you think?”

“Not at all what I was expecting.”

“Me neither.”

They got lucky.

Steel caught the man who’d been with Crow before the assassin had played Houdini on them.

“Where’s Crow going?” Justice eyed the perp.

“I don’t know. Nobody ever knows,” the perp said.

Justice squinted and Steel fingered the butt of his weapon.

“I swear,” the guy’s voice wobbled.

“What about Blue?”

“Blue? He has a place in Lancaster that he hangs around a lot.”

The guy was shifty as shit, but Justice felt the need to check the info out.

It was only an hour and twenty-minute drive and as late as it was, traffic would be at a minimum.

“Let’s check Lancaster out before the other address,” he said as they returned to his truck.

Steel agreed.

The boarded-up building sat in a bad part of the city. It was one in a long line of abandoned buildings that covered several blocks.

“Stay,” he told Axel and left the dog in a small notched area that sat just to the right of the outer door.

Pulling his penlight, he quietly opened the door and stepped inside to let his eyes adjust before he flipped on the light.

People scrambled up and away, running further into the building.

The room Justice stepped into looked like a fucking war zone.

Empty gas cans, rags, and trash littered the floor—the smell was horrendous, like a combination of death and decay.

Metal tables lined the walls, their surfaces stained with something that didn’t register at first until the sickening sight of guts on the floor brought him to his senses.

He drew his nine-millimeter and Steel did the same.

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