Page 42 of The Madman's Nightmare
He nodded and yanked a crying and bloody Bradon from the floor, shoving his clothes against his chest. James knew where to take them, and I wasn’t going to sit around and listen to Kendra bitch and moan about me shooting her.
She had worse things to worry about, and I wasn’t going to give her any more time than necessary. Stepping out of the warehouse, I let Rhys know we had them and to meet us back in Portstill, then I requested Lucian pick me up.
As a gagged and combative Kendra and Bradon were dragged from the hidden room, I started looking around the building for clues to what they were doing here. A small office on the ground floor seemed to be used frequently from the amount of soda cans and snack wrappers in the trash. I started rifling through paperwork until I discovered a file.
Opening it, I flipped through the papers quickly, finding answers to most of my questions about them. But I was still going to torture them for the rest of the information, to ensure there wasn’t another threat against my wife or family.
Lucian swung by to give me a ride as I looked through the paperwork, shaking my head at what I was seeing.
Those two were twisted in the head, and people like that didn’t deserve to be walking around in society. It was time for me to end this bullshit and let the good people around here stopfearing the crazy assholes hellbent on terrorizing everyone they met.
If I’d known what their pasts had been, I would have dropped them on the day they’d knocked on my door.
You couldn’t fix crazy, and I wasn’t going to try. Let God sort them out once I arrange their meeting.
Chapter 21
Elise
Devlin sent me a text message that simply read: We have them. I’ll be home soon.
Looking at Amaya, I asked, “Do you feel like taking a ride?”
She scrunched her forehead as she asked, “Where to and why?”
“They found them, and I want to be there when Devlin ends them,” I responded and delicately pushed myself up from the couch. Amaya didn’t seem sure of my request, so I added, “I can have Chuck take me if that would be better.”
She stood and approached me, asking cautiously, “Are you sure this is something you want to see? You know Devlin will take care of them.”
It was hard to describe, but it was almost like I needed to see what he was going to do to them. With all the mindfuck AI bullshit, I was struggling to believe anything I didn’t see with my own two eyes. They had made me believe the worst things about my husband, and they made him believe I was brutally murdered.
“I need to be there,” I remarked, and she gave a nod.
“We’ll need to grab the keys from my apartment.” She looked at me and asked, “Do you know where we’re going?”
The elevator doors opened as I answered, “Devlin took me by there one day, explaining there was a panic button hidden within the building, if I was ever in trouble.” We moved down one floor and the door opened as I added, “I think he wanted to make meunderstand he wasn’t the same person he was all those years ago.”
She opened the front door to her apartment and reached in to grab her keys before closing the door. With security downstairs, no one was getting into the apartments without us knowing, so we left everything open for convenience. The elevator doors were still open, and we stepped inside as Amaya spoke.
“But deep down, isn’t he still that same crazy madman who’s killed for you before?”
As crazy as it sounds, I couldn’t help but smile at her statement.
Devlin was crazy, and he had killed for me in the past. Not one person, but many over the course of my lifetime. And for all he’s sacrificed, I wanted him to know I supported his actions and encouraged his crazy. Besides, who was I to judge? I’d spilled blood for him and would do it a thousand times over again.
I guess that made us all a little crazy.
We made it down to the parking garage, and Amaya helped me into her SUV before she got behind the wheel. The bump as we exited the garage made me cringe, but the pain wasn’t too bad. Maybe it was the adrenaline coursing through my veins as Amaya drove us out of Pierce Bluff and toward Portstill.
It seems everything in our lives began and ended in Portstill, so it was fitting that the only warehouse Devlin kept, as far as I knew, was on the border between Portstill and the Flats.
I gave her instructions on where to turn, and when we got to the isolated warehouse in the woods, I showed her where to park the SUV so it wouldn’t be seen by anyone. The police never patrolled here since Devlin makes sure to give them a sizable donation every year for the department. I thought they knew what happened here from time to time, but they didn’t seem to care when it was a pedophile or rapist he was dealing with.
There were just some people who shouldn’t live, and the police were powerless to control them. So, people like my husband, Devlin Callahan, stepped up and got their hands dirty. For the betterment of everyone’s lives.
Amaya helped me out and insisted on helping me get to the building, muttering under her breath about how this was a bad idea and how pissed Devlin was going to be.
Someone was standing outside the only door leading into the warehouse, and when he saw us approaching, his eyes grew wide. Rhys was looking around as we got closer, and he shook his head like I was in trouble.
