“Yes, sir,” fake Trent replies. “We caught them coming out of the building. They returned fire, but we were able to get away.”
Trent laughs. “I can just about imagine Balthazar’s face. The poor bastard probably thinks he’s seeing a ghost.”
Fake Trent tries to laugh. “Yeah, he looked pretty spooked.” That earned him a slap to the back of head by Xander.
“What was that?” Trent questions.
“Nothing, sir. I dropped my wallet on the table.”
“Meet me at the spot off thirty-second and main, at ten o’clock tonight. You can get the rest of your money, and I can tell you the next plan,” Trent tells him, then hangs up.
Fake Trent looks up at me, then says, “There, I’ve done as you asked, you have your information. Can you please let me go so I can get some medical attention?”
“Just one more thing,” I say, sliding the phone in my pocket. “What’s off of thirty-second and main? If my memory serves me correctly, there’s only abandoned buildings in that area.”
“It is, but since you destroyed the Boss’ last BDSM club, that’s where he’s opened the new one. No one would suspect it among the other abandoned buildings.”
“We’ve been keeping an eye on his accounts, how did we not catch this,” Alistair questions.
Fake Trent glances at him. “That’s because it was purchased under a different name.”
Turning to Xander, I say, “Run upstairs and pull up an aerial view, and bring it down here so fake Trent here can show us which building it is.” He nods, then hits the stairs.
Ten minutes later he comes back with pictures in his hand. He gives them to me and I take them to fake Trent, whose mouth has been retaped. Alistair got tired of hearing him beg for his life, so instead of cutting his tongue out, he reapplied the tape.
Fake Trent groans as I jerk it off. “Which one is it?”
He squints his eyes to get a better view. “The red brick with the metal door. The building on the right is used for members to park their cars so they won’t alert the cops if parked on the street,” he sighs. “Now, can I please go before I bleed to death?”
I let out a devilish laugh as I stared at him. “Did you really think you were going to leave here alive? You shot at me and my people, and for that, you’re going to die. You can thank Trent for this.”
His screams are cut off as I grab the Bowie knife and slice his throat from ear to ear. He gurgles as blood rushes from his neck and mouth. His will to live leaves him as his head slumps forward. Thanks to this piece of shit, I’m one foot ahead of Trent.