Page 33 of The Savage Outlaw

“Right. Exactly what you think. As far as they all care, the guy is dead. Chief knows how to spin a good story. Sits behind his desk with a fat cigar in his mouth, talking with confidence. The assumption is he was on the run and ended up getting attacked. Coyotes or a bear or something.”

“No real forensics?”

“Not for these guys.”

“Not even for the murder of one of their detectives?”

“That guy was basically rogue anyway, sir. What he was trying to do had not been signed off on. I get the vibe he was a big pain in the ass and his death is secretly a relief.”

“But they play the part of caring anyway,” he says, nodding. “So now they have some teeth to prove DNA and they assume something and everyone accepts it and moves on.”

“Correct, sir.”

“These bikers should be playing the lottery with the luck they have.”

“With all due respect, sir, they know how the town works. They control situations like this. We have to be careful.”

“Did you really use the word ‘we’ as though you are part of this?”

“Apologies, sir. Is there anything else I can do for you?”

He hangs up the phone. That’s the answer.

He takes a few more steps and crouches down.

The odds of finding a tooth is definitely slim to none, but you never know.

He only searches for a few seconds before standing back up.

He turns and walks back to the car and climbs into the back seat.

One thing he knows for sure is that SOFRAW is powerful. Very powerful.

That’s expected, so there’s no surprise there.

It’s interesting to watch from his angle. That’s how he looks at it.

As of now, just hiding in the background, watching everything fall into place. Or just simply fall apart.

“Drive,” he orders.

The driver nods with a ‘yes, sir’ look on his face and the car begins to move.

He puts the divider window up, making the back seat impossible to look into.

It’s completely soundproof too.

He reaches to his right and touches the rope carefully tied around the woman’s wrists. She’s still shaking, which is to be expected. Her teeth try to chatter but can’t due to the piece of cloth tied around her mouth. A blindfold over her eyes keeps her in the dark, literally.

She’s sitting topless, wearing nothing but green panties. Taken right from a private room at a strip club. Teased with money first. Then tied up and taken away. She thought she was going to have some car sex and that was that.

That’s not how he liked it.

Sex… is boring.

He needs more.

His right hand touches the woman’s left breast. He pinches her nipple with his thumb and middle finger, as hard as he can, until she’s struggling for relief and tears drip down her face from under the blindfold.

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