Page 58 of Mimic
“A shit ton of fucking nightmares is what I’ve found. Devlin Scott was a narcissistic egomaniac.”
Quietly, I sat at the table in church and tried to listen to what they were saying. But my mind kept wandering to Indie, and what an asshole I was.
It was clear she was avoiding me. I couldn’t get close enough to talk to her, let alone convince her to let me make it up to her for not making her come.
Maybe Rose would help me. She’d been pestering me about Indie for days; maybe she’d be willing to help me get her alone.
“There are thousands of files. Clients, victims, schedules, plans for the future.”
Nav took a deep breath, and the way he hung his head made me sit up and pay attention. I thought about the shit that had happened at the Trick Pony, and I hated myself for being thankful Dakota wasn’t quite as sick as Devlin Scott. That I hadn’t had to endure what the victims of the Trick Pony had.
Then again, maybe George had a tighter rein on him than I’d thought. George had protected me to some extent. He’d never told me why he took me off the streets. Or what Dakota was training me for.
Then one day, he just showed up and let me go. He gave me identification, told me where I was expected to go and what I was expected to do.
“... fucking assassins.”
“What?” I asked.
“You heard what I said.”
Only I hadn’t. I’d been lost in my head, battling through memories and questions that wouldn’t leave.
“Let me get this straight,” King started. “Devlin Scott was not just catering to every sick bastard in the world; he was creating assassins?”
“How?” Blade asked.
“I have a dozen files here of girls who were chosen for a specific regimen. Not only were they forced to live as human sex toys, but they were trained to kill. And kill violently.”
“Again, I ask, how?”
“Hypnosis,” Nav answered.
King shook his head. He took a deep breath as he stared at the table we all sat around. I could tell he didn’t want to ask the question. So, I asked it for him.
“Do you know who they are? Do you have names?”
“I have names. I’ve already dug into them. They were all children who were taken from public places when they were between the ages of four and six,” Nav explained.
“The Trick Pony was shut down. The Feds raided the place looking for those files. Who believes it was because they wanted to help the victims?” Jack asked.
“They fucking knew!” Gunner slammed his hand on the table.
“Of course, they knew. The Golden Skulls were caught up with the Feds when Amber was found,” Jingles pointed out. “And they call us fucking criminals.”
Jingles was right. This club might not be a one-percenter club, but there were plenty of things any of us could be picked up for if the Feds looked hard enough.
I’d recently killed my sister’s abuser. If it weren’t for Zero, and the kiln we had out back, I’d worry about spending the rest of my life behind bars. For Rose, I would do it and not think twice. But it would suck.
“Wait a minute.” Everyone looked at Colt. “The Trick Pony was shut down.”
When he didn’t continue, King asked, “And?”
“Where the fuck are all those girls?”
“Fuck me,” Cash said as he sat back in his chair. “There are a dozen assassins running around and no one knows who the fuck they are.”
“Nav, you said hypnosis. That means they have to be activated, right?” I asked.
