Page 91 of Savage Daddies

Zoe enters the conversation. “What exactly did you see in his office?”

Radio silence.

“Bullwhip?” I press. “Answer the question. What?—?”

“He’s a serial killer.”

Zoe backtracks from the door like Felix is gonna burst back through and finish us off when we least expect it—something we can’t rule out.

“It’s no surprise,” I say. “I always knew there was something off about him.”

“He’s a psycho,” adds Poet. “And that gives us even more reason to finish him. He’s dangerous.”

Bullwhip flickers his eyes between both of us, and then Zoe.

“Bully? What do you think?” I ask.

“I don’t know.”

I frown. “What does that mean?”

“About this. I don’t know if I’m supposed to be…here.”

Bodies crash through the door before we have time to respond. Several. Three of them, and the door falls back out into the corridor, landing with a crash as it tears from the hinges. Bullet vests strap across their chests, embroidered with the dreaded label: FBI.

Not fucking again.

Guns point our way—three. They instruct us to raise our hands. I do so immediately.

“Sir.” I raise my voice over the shouting. “Excuse us, but before you chain us up, there’s something you need to know.” The three armed men, guns still angled at our chests, pause to hear me out. “It’s about Felix Fernando.”

“Felix called us here because you broke in to rape his wife, Zoe Fernando,” one of them says.

“What?” Zoe jumps forward. “No.” She shakes her head. “That’s bullshit. Oh my god.” She stands between the guns and Bullwhip, Poet, and me, her palm inches from one of the muzzles.

“Zoe, I’m going to have to ask you to stand aside.”

“He’s a serial killer!” I shout out. It’s the only thing I’ve got, but it’s worth a shot.

The feds turn to one another and break out into laughter.

FBI: fucking bastard investigators.

“You’re under arrest, gentlemen.”

“Bully?!” Poet elbows him in the side. “Tell them what you found.”

Bully continues standing like a statue.

“Bully!” Now it’s my turn to try and draw blood from the stone among us. “For Zoe.”

This tenses his jaw.

Nothing.

“Zoe,” says one of the feds. “Please move aside.”

She doesn’t.

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