Page 60 of Exhale
“I’d rather watch yours,” Micah said.
“Stop it,” Black muttered darkly.
Jordan gaped for a second, glancing back and forth between Black’s scowling face and Micah’s disappearing back.
What was that about, he wondered, but didn’t have time to question. It wasn’t his business anyway, plus it wasn’t like Micah and Black were related by blood.
In fact, he only knew that Black was Micah’s stepbrother. Or so that was what he’d been told all those years ago.
Owen walked up to one of the perps and crouched down so they were eye level.
“Just you know, we are not the cops,” Owen said almost conversationally. “So, we won’t be turning you in.”
Owen fingered the edge of his knife. The thing was fucking huge, like Crocodile Dundee big.
“Fuck you,” the perp snarled with venom.
“Yeah, okay,” Owen said and stabbed his knife straight through the man’s skull.
The room fell into stunned silence.
Owen yanked his blade free, and the man toppled dead.
Owen turned to the next guy in line.
“Mother fuck!” one of the perps gasped.
Owen turned on the vocal one, and the man fell backward, hands still tied behind his back, so he was off kilter.
Eagle grabbed the guy by the hair and yanked him up and back to his knees.
“What do you want to know?” the man asked fearfully, eyeing the knife in Owen’s big hands.
“Where is my son?”
“Who is your son?” The perp’s voice shook, and Jordan noticed a dark stain on the man’s light brown pants. Obviously, this guy wasn’t one of the suits that had entered the house.
“He’s about this tall, five years old. Black curly hair and big blue eyes.”
“I don’t remember him being in the house.” The guy squinted, and Owen could tell that the perp was trying to think by the way he looked up and to the right as if accessing something from his brain.
“Where the fuck is Danner?” Owen scowled and stood.
“He wasn’t in the house,” Link said, coming to stand next to him.
“So, he was never here?”
“Not that we can see,” Link said.
“Get me information.” Owen turned on the lined-up group. “The first one to talk gets some leniency and is handed over to the cops. The ones that don’t? Well, enjoy your last breath.”
The room broke out in a frenzy as perps stumbled over themselves to give up Danner.
The following night…
Arizona border between Utah and Nevada.
Danner had ended up owning more than the abandoned factory, and Pegasus had split up into teams to cover every single location.
