Page 40 of Grimm
I stepped back and gazed at the woman who’d tried to take me and my family down with contempt. No excuse would get her out of this. Usually, we didn’t fuck with women, but tonight, I’d make an exception. I was known as Grimm for a reason. I reaped souls, and hers was next. First, I needed information, mainly about where the Bianchis were holding David Coleman or if he was even alive.
“Did you have anything to do with River’s death?”
She stared at me, and there was a slight tick in her jaw, but other than that, she remained silent.
“Silence isn’t the way to go, Agent.”
“I know nothing about River.” Her eyes never wavered. “Why would I kill a prospect?”
“Because he overheard you,” I said.
Even though River didn’t tell me who or what he overheard, it wasn’t a coincidence he ended up dead after coming to talk to me. And she’d been in the clubhouse the same day. She might have seen him coming out of my office, which would have been unusual.
“Like I said, I know nothing about River’s death, other than him being killed over a bad drug deal,” she said defiantly.
“You fucking liar!” Joker yelled from behind me.
I placed my palm against his chest to keep him from advancing on her. “Go outside and cool off, Joker.”
He glared at me and then her before storming off. I didn’t know what the relationship was like between Joker and River, but I knew he had been deeply affected by his murder.
When the door clicked behind me, I pulled a picture of David from my back pocket and held it in front of her face. “Have you seen this boy with Bianchi?”
“So, this is about her?” Her laugh grated at my nerves, and all the calm I had melted away. “Assistant U.S. Attorney Regina Coleman. Didn’t think she could so easily grab your attention.”
I grabbed her by her throat and squeezed. She thrashed against her restraints.
“Agent Anderson, I suggest you answer my questions.”
Everyone in the room seemed uninterested in me strangling her to death. I was sure they were just as pissed she had been able to infiltrate the club and had something to do with River’s death.
I released her, and she started coughing.
“I will tell you what you want to know if you don’t kill me,” she rasped.
She had to be fucking crazy if she thought she was walking out of here alive. If I decided to let her go now, she’d take our entire organization down, and I wasn’t about to let that shit happen.
I laughed, my voice contained in the space by the soundproofed walls. “You’re going to tell me what I want to know anyway, and I’m still going to kill you. How quickly depends on you,” I stated calmly.
She took in a deep breath and released it. “He’s keeping them in Scraptown.”
Of course, he’d keep them there—one of the worst neighborhoods in Las Vegas. Crime of all kinds riddled the place. Murder, prostitution, and drugs, whatever your vice, Scraptown delivered.
“Where at in Scraptown?” I asked. “And don’t say you don’t know because you do.”
“I don’t know, Grimm. I swear!”
“Lying isn’t going to save you. Your fate is sealed. At least help some innocent person before you die, you selfish bitch.”
“I. Don’t. Know!”
I stalked toward her and pulled out the butterfly knife I kept in my boot. Light and compact in my hand, the four-inch stainless-steel blade was easy to maneuver and cut through skin with perfection.
“Please, Grimm,” she pleaded as she eyed the knife the closer I got. “You know me.”
No amount of begging would save her.
“I don’t know shit about you,” I sneered, “and you sure as hell don’t know shit about me. You thought you’d come after my family and get away with it? You thought because you sucked my dick, I’d look past the shit you did and save you?”
