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“I mean, we’re not in danger. You told him we’re straight, and as long as he believes that, he won’t tread there. His ego matters too much to risk being turned down. He’s too self-absorbed. There’s that. He lacks real empathy, and his needs will always come first—thus why he’s fucking everyone he can. He’s the poster child for APD.”
Gene lifted a brow.
“What’s that?”
Ethan shared.
“That’s Antisocial Personality Disorder. Let’s just hope that he keeps fucking people and stays out of our path. That’s the last rodeo we want to go to. They make all the other killers look like fun.”
Gene sighed.
This damn city was a pain in his ass.
BIG.
TIME.
* * * Blackhawk & Cantrell * * *
The Commissioner’s Office
One Twenty P.M.
When Gene parked at city hall, they noticed that the parking lot was relatively empty. There was one vehicle there, and it was in the spot labeled‘Commissioner’.
That made sense.
It appeared the man was now there. All Gene could hope was that he was irritated that they hadn’t gotten there yet.
As they went to pass it, Ethan checked it out.
“A silver Benz. Someone’s paying the man a lot of money to annoy the fuck out of us,” Blackhawk said.
Gene laughed.
“Yeah, I know. Aren’t we the lucky ones?” he asked, sarcastically.
Once inside the building, they showed their badges to the guard at the desk, and he directed them to the elevator at the back of the hall.
“I hope he doesn’t bust balls,” Gene said. “I have enough problems now, and telling that jackhole off might make me giddy.”
Blackhawk snorted.
Oh, he knew his man.
He was absolutely telling this man off before the meeting was done. Gene didn’t like idiots who wasted their time.
They were out of suspects, and they needed to get something, soon.
It was technically day two, and they only had Cash Masters left.
Once he was off the list…
They were screwed.
“How much are you going to share?” Ethan asked, as they rode the elevator up.
Gene was to the point.
