Page 98 of Falcon's Prey

Gideon got up. “Is there anything else you need me to do? Take you on a date? Buy you dinner? Suck your dick?”

“How the fuck are you still alive?”

“Don’t know, mate.”

Gideon was gone for ten minutes before he came out. He didn’t come straight to me; he wasn’t stupid. He disappeared into the crowd. No less than two minutes later, bodyguards from Silas’s personal guard were outside and looking for him. At five minutes, Silas came out pissed as hell and went straight into his car. I got in my car and followed him, trusting that Gideon would know what to do on his own.

Silas made a stop at Ember’s place. He got out, slamming the door and rushing inside. I waited about twenty minutes for him to come out, looking not much better than when he went in. I waited for him to leave, trying not to gloat at the fact that Gio was nowhere to be seen. Revenge was good.

Half an hour later, I found myself across town. I grabbed my black cap and put it on as I went to the doctor’s office. The place was fancy, with two people waiting in white chairs. I made my way to the desk and asked for Dr. Wozniak.

“I’m sorry,” the frigid receptionist said. “He’s not taking new patients right now.”

“I work for the Remingtons,” I spat at her.

Her eyes widened, and she got up and went in search of the doctor. A few minutes later, the old man came out, his eyes wildly scanning the room.

“Doc,” I greeted, tipping my head back so he could see my face. When his eyes widened in recognition, I stepped closer. “Can we take this somewhere more private?”

He nodded and led me to the back toward his office.

I took a seat in a chair without him having to tell me and removed my cap. “Why aren’t you calling the cops?”

The doctor did have the decency to look scared in my presence, but he still opened his mouth.

“I don’t believe you raped Ember.”

“Yeah, I don’t believe I did either.” I sighed.

“I know you helped her escape.” His eyes danced with fear.

“Ember is safe; she’s with me.”

“I…I don’t understand.”

“You don’t have to understand. I need you to tell me everything about that family and everything you’ve heard and/or know. I also want to know how Michael is doing, and here’s a list of things I need from you.” I pulled a paper from my back pocket and gave it to him.

I stayed with him for about twenty minutes before reminding him that I would be back tomorrow for the things I requested.

The sun was startingto set by the time I got in my car. The drive was going to be long, and dark would settle when I arrived at my destination. Gideon was already waiting for me at a park across from a posh community.

“According to what Pam told me, he should be coming this way for a quick jog,” he told me, taking a hit of his joint and passing it to me.

I took a hit and waited. He always came like clockwork. Habits were a good thing to have unless you fucked over someone like me that could use them to exploit you.

Five minutes later, I saw a lone man coming, a slow jog getting his body warmed up. I smiled to myself, my blood humming with revenge and thirst coursing through my veins.

“Showtime,” I mumbled.

Gideon stayed back as I stepped out of the shadows. I was wearing all black and had my leather gloves on because one could never be too careful. The man was getting closer, and just as he was going to pass me, I greeted him.

“Hello, Mattias.”

He stopped dead when he saw my face. He recognized me right away, or he knew more than he let on.

“Y-y-you.”

“Come on, let’s have a quick chat,” I said—it sounded almost nice.

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