Page 28 of Entombed In Sin

“Whotold you to follow us?” he demands.

The man shakes his head. “He’ll k-kill me if I tell you.”

“What do you thinkwe’regoing to do to you?” I ask curiously. “You don’t think we’re going to let you go, do you?”

Our victim whimpers. It turns into heavy sobs as my brother steps closer and lowers himself over top of him.

“P-please, I got people who need me at home. Call nine-one-one…please.”

I chuckle. “You should’ve thought of that before you came after us.”

“I w-wasn’t gonna do nothin’. He just told me to follow you.”

I pull out my blade. The man sees it and lets out a pained wail before he jerks his head back and forth in denial. I lean forward and press the blade to his throat.

“Let’s try this again,” I growl. “Tell us who this ‘he’ is.”

The man beneath me coughs. Blood bubbles up and drips from the corner of his mouth. When he tries to breathe, it’s a rattling sound. We don’t have much time with him. The fucker is already dying.

“Come now, don’t be shy,” I urge, lowering my voice as I pull my blade away from his throat to drag it down his cheek. He lets out a weak scream as my knife tears open one side of his face. The sight of blood brings back memories of Beatrix covered in it from her first kill only an hour ago. I smile before I remember what the hell I’m doing. I hold the man’s gaze as I leave my blade in his face. “Tell us who is watching us.”

Our stalker opens his mouth, gaping like a fish. More blood bubbles up and spills out. I swear as I watch him twitch and flail beneath me while he drowns in his own blood.

“Fucking useless piece of shit,” I snarl, yanking out my knife from his face. “Give mesomething, asshole!”

The death wheeze that follows my demand is followed by the body beneath me going slack. His eyes glaze over and stare past me at nothing.

Sagan sheaths his blade and moves over to the smoking car. While he checks the vehicle for any information about this guy or whoever sent him after us, I check the body, looking for a wallet or phone.

“There’s nothing in here,” Sagan announces.

“There’s nothing on him either.” I shake my head in frustration. “How the hell did this guy know where to find us tonight? I wasn’t followed on my way to meet you guys. I was watching the whole time.”

“We weren’t followed on the way there either,” Sagan says darkly.

Pissed off, I kick the dead guy for good measure. “Who has the resources to send people after us?”

I wrack my mind for possible answers. This man didn’t have a weapon on him, making his claims about simply being tasked to watch us true. But to send people after us means whoever is behind this already knew we were on the move. What’s the point of sending people when you know—the answer hits me like a bolt of lightning. I whirl around to face my brother.

“Sagan, whoever this is can see our location but notwhatwe’re doing! Our cars—they have trackers on them.” I’m moving before I’m done talking. “That’s how whoever this is knew about Trevor’s body. He didn’t see you kill or even hang him off the bridge. There must be a tracker on our vehicles, so when I came to pick you up, this person probably just went looking to see why we stopped there and found the abandoned car and noticed the rope tied to the bridge.”

“Fuck,” Sagan hisses, as he follows behind me. “How long has this been going on?”

“Who knows.” I get to the back of my truck and immediately crouch down to check beneath it. I don’t see anything but that doesn’t mean shit. It’s dark and I’m not quite sure what I’m looking for in the first place.

“I’ll check for them when we get back,” Sagan says, bending down to search the other side of my truck. “They could be hidden anywhere.”

What the fuck is going on here? We’ve never had someone get this close without us knowing. Given that whoever is watching us is now putting tails on our vehicles tells me this must have been going on for a while. How else would they be this organized? And who has the power to incite so much fear that a blade digging into flesh doesn’t get information? The only small comfort I can take is that whoever it is, they aren’t the authorities. That small fact only assures me we won’t be heading to jail anytime soon. But that doesn’t mean we’re safe.

I straighten as my thoughts race. “Leave the body here. Let’s give the police around here something to do. We’ll disregard the warning. I’m not being chased out of town by some asshole.”

“Even if that means we’re putting the others in danger?”

At this, I pause. Knox can handle his shit. He’s just as dangerous as the two of us, especially in his element. But are we willing to go head-to-head with an unknown threat, knowing we’re putting Beatrix at risk? She doesn’t have the skill, confidence, or even her own weapon. Are we ok putting her in danger’s way?

“She has the three of us.” I clench my jaw as I consider the rest of my answer carefully. “We can prevent anything from happening to her.”

Sagan stares into the passenger side of the truck and doesn’t say anything. When his brows come together, I wonder what he’s thinking. Or does this have to do with the woman inside the cab? Curiously, I lean down and peer inside, only to freeze in surprise.

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