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"And held me captive, if that's what trafficked means. For months, man. Almost died. Someone rescued me and the others."
"The authorities?" The cop sounded as if he were asking about the weather.
"Nah, some vigilante group." Mitchell shrugged, as if who didn't matter. In truth, he was protecting Seryn by saying a group and being vague.
"Do you know who they were?"
"Not a clue." Mitchell brought the conversation back around again. "Took a while to recover, but I can finally make him pay."
"And how were you going to make him pay? By killing him?"
Mitchell did a good job of playing his part. He played right into the perception everyone had of him. "Dude, I'm no murderer. All I was gonna do was steal some of his valuables. The guy always wears expensive rings and shit. Figured I could pawn them and grab some quick cash, you feel me?"
"Did you take anything?"
"As soon as I saw his office, I got to snooping around and found my name on that paper. And Terrell Gibbs. Ran around with him, but it's been months. Didn't know he turned on me." Mitchell shook his head. "He done me dirty. Davorion beat me all the time. And made me fight in some of those fighting rings he had. He's got a whole system going. Probably makes a bundle off guys like me. It's bad news, man. Never wanted to get caught up in all that shit. Fuck Terrell Gibbs." That last part Mitchell meant. Seryn could feel in through their link. The rest was mostly the truth, with a few lies sprinkled in to make it sound legitimate.
The cop's body language changed when Mitchell mentioned Terrell's name. He knew what the document entailed. He scanned the document, stiffening more and more as he read on. "Is this the only copy?"
"Do I look like I'm the type of person who has a copy machine?" In fact, they'd made several copies, even digital ones. Gina Barros, Seryn's lawyer, already had one of them. She'd get the video too as soon as they got the information they needed.
The cop nodded and stood, taking the paper with him. "Hold tight."
Mitchell looked at the camera. It was as if he were looking directly at Seryn.You should have seen his face. He's about as dirty as they come.
The cop faced away from the camera, so Seryn only saw the back of him.He knew what that paper was about.
Yep. Hopefully, Davorion shows up soon. I want out of here.
All Seryn wanted was for Mitchell not to get hurt, but if the plan worked, that was exactly what would happen.I could just kill Davorion, and we could return the guns. Please, Mitchell.
Seryn could feel the emotions building and without Mitchell there to hold him, it was difficult to know if he should shove it down or let it out. Mitchell always held him and talked him through it.
I know how to take a punch.
But what if he does something way worse?But that wasn't the right question.What if I'm sitting on the roof watching you die through a video screen?
That was the right one.
Are you recording it?Seryn wanted to shake Mitchell.
Does it matter if I'm recording your death?
Listen to me, boy.
Seryn huffed. He was sure Mitchell heard it from two stories away. The cops probably did too.
Seryn.
I'm listening.Not that he wanted to be.
Do you know how to send the feed to someone else so they can record it?
Oh, that was a good idea. But it wasn't something Seryn knew how to do.Walk me through it.
Right.And Mitchell walked him through the entire process. Seryn wouldn't have known otherwise. Seryn ended up sending the link to Gina Barros, but it was after he texted her.
By the time he was done with that, Davorion was entering the interrogation room. It was as though he were watching the devil get ready to send Mitchell to hell.
