Page 85 of Vow of Vengeance
"You know I've seen the basement." I say. "The cameras caught us down there, I'm sure. So why don't you cut the shit and show me to her?"
"The basement?" Tony laughs. "I don't know what you mean."
"Really?" I press the barrel between his eyes before he even stops chuckling to himself, and finally that sobers him a little. "Should I refresh your memory or just blow your fucking brains out since they’re so useless?"
I release the safety, and the click is enough to make him flinch.
"Okay! Relax, Evers. I'll take you to the fucking basement if you wanna go so bad."
I take a step back to let him walk before me, and he gives in easily, heading toward the same hidden door that Soren and I walked through a few days ago.
"Go on, hurry." I tell him when he hits the top of the steps.
He grumbles something I don't hear past the blood rushing in my ears and then begins to descend the stairs slowly with me at his back.
When we reach the bottom, it's silent and dark and my mind fills with horrible images of Soren dead on the ground orstrapped to that fucking chair. Fortunately, when Tony turns the light on, the room is barren.
It's exactly as we left it the other day, mostly empty.
"Told you. I'm not interested in your bitch, okay?"
The only thing that made sense was this. But Tony is here. Would he have really had enough time to attack Violet, kidnap Soren, hide her somewhere, and come back here to start a game of poker?
There is another possibility, but it's ridiculous.
And yet...
"Where would Vin go?" I demand.
"Vin?" His brow furrows. "Vin's dead, Evers. You know that."
"Where would he go? If he didn't want to be seen. He filmed his little videos here, but there had to be another place."
"Videos?" Tony shakes his head. "I don't know what you're on about."
"Don't fuck with me." I warn him. "He filmed himself raping and murdering women, right here in this bar. Where else would he go? Where'd you go before the bar?"
"I don't know what you're-"
My fist across his face shuts him up quick.
It takes him a moment to recover, but when he does, he grits his teeth and I see blood run down them, tingeing them red.
I press the gun against his forehead in the next instant, and he straightens.
"Fuck is wrong with you?" Tony snaps. "You don't know what you're fucking with."
"I don't care!” I growl. "Soren. Vin has her. Where would he take her?"
"Probably the cemetery." Tony says, far too casually for my liking.
I shift the gun away from his head before he can even realize I'm moving and fire off a shot in his foot.
It takes him down screaming as blood rushes out around the hole in his leather oxford's, knocking him on his fat ass as he stares, horrified.
"You shot me!"
"And I'll do it again. Fucking tell me where he'd go to hide."
