Page 57 of Lord of Debauchery

I glanced from Jeff to Camden, leaning in as I handed off the saw to Camden. “Who are the others?”

“Trust me. Their little black book is kept in a massive vault.”

“Then how do you know?”

“I’m not the only one doing the talking. I heard things. I was observant.”

“Well, good for you. Who’s heading this organization?”

His struggles were getting old but at least he was providing some information. It was more than I could say for most shitheads in this predicament. “There isn’t one single leader. They have tiers, spread out in several countries. No, I don’t know names, but I can tell you who I think might be part of it.”

“I’m all ears.” When he hesitated, all I needed to do was to look back at the remaining instruments. He did as well.

“The vice president.”

“Of the fucking United States?” Jeff huffed.

Bob nodded, his eyes still glassy.

Well, that tidbit of information was fucking interesting as hell. Believable? I wasn’t sure about that but stranger things had certainly happened in life.

“Okay. Let’s assume you’re onto something here including the truth. What is their purpose in life?”

“World domination.”

The two words were rather haunting even if Bob laughed almost hysterically. Although what he was suggesting wasn’t new, megalomaniacs common in history, something about the way he made the statement made it seem… bigger.

“What were you hired to do?”

He was now grinning as if the man was having fun. Maybe he got off on being tied up. A lot of men did. “Hide their assets. Including the private islands they’ve purchased.”

With over nine hundred thousand islands in the world, many thousands of them private, it was entirely feasible the leaders of this organization could remove themselves from the very countries they had every intention of destroying. If it was true, the concept was brilliant.

“They’re building their facilities on these islands,” Camden offered.

I glanced at him, nodding. “Could be.”

“Then we should be able to find out more by tracking shipping containers and routes.”

Camden’s suggestion was a damn good one. “Perhaps you have a new assignment.”

“Love it, boss.”

“One last question, Bob.” I patted him on the shoulder. “When is this world event likely to occur?”

“This year. That’s all I know.”

This year. With only a few months to go, that didn’t give me much time to hunt them down.

I wanted to laugh. If what he was saying was true, it didn’t give the billions of people in the world much time.

“Time to get to work,” I said and motioned to the men to follow me. Meanwhile, Bob was yelling at me, demanding he be released.

“What do you want me to do with him?” Camden asked, still far too eager to perform a little surgery.

Sighing, I raked one hand through my hair, hearing Jeff’s phone buzzing in his pocket. “Scare him a bit. Leave him for a day then take him back to his place. If he knows anything else, I assure you he’ll talk by then. My guess if he worked for the organization, they know he talked. He’s not long for this world.”

I could tell by the look on Camden’s face he was disappointed.

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