Page 48 of Perfect Convergence

Standing right behind me, Elliot places his hands on his hips. “Do you know who owns Evolve, Wren?”

I watch his reflection in the window as I shake my head.

“His name is Ludo Holloway. Recognize it?”

I frown. “Maybe? I’m not sure.”

Rhett steps up to the window on my right side, and Oliver does the same on my left. The tension rolling off of Rhett is so potent, so intense, that I can’t help but reach out and take his hand in mine.

He nods to the floor of the club. “See the sectioned off area? And the man in the red leather jacket?”

It takes me a second, but I find it. The area is slightly raised, overlooking the club. The man Rhett spoke of is slouching on a black couch, arms resting on the back of it with his legs spread open. Two women are sitting on either side of him. He’s smirking as he surveys the dance floor, looking like modern-day king.

“I see him.”

My stomach sinks. Rhett’s expression may be neutral, but the rage rolling off of him tells a different story. I can only think of a couple reasons for it.

When Rhett turns to me, I have to fight not to shrink back from the absolute fury in his eyes.

“He killed my little sister. Sammy.”

My breath catches in my throat. It’s what I was expecting, but hearing the words out loud still hits hard.

Rhett continues. “Back then, he wasn’t nearly as powerful. Now? He owns half of the criminal underworld in the city. There are very few people who don’t bow down to him.”

“Edgar Williams was one of those people,” Elliot says.

What?

Oh my god. No. No, they wouldn’t.

“You work for the man who murdered your sister.” My voice comes out flat.

“Sometimes, yes.”

Pulling away from Elliot, I whip around to face the three of them. “Why? That makes no sense. How can you even stand to look at him? He murdered a child. Your sister.”

“Because,” Rhett says, reaching out and tilting my chin up with a single finger. He doesn’t seem phased at all by the disgust in my voice. He just looks down at me with that piercing gaze of his. “The closer we are to him, the better the view of his downfall will be.”

He holds my gaze as I put the pieces together.

They aren’t just hitmen. Not in the least.

“You’re in this for revenge.”

Rhett nods.

I blink. Look between the three of them. Then shake my head. “So why the hell is he still alive?”

“It took us years to figure out who killed Sammy. Once we did, we only got a nickname: Redback. From there, we searched to uncover his real identity—which we finally did last year.”

Redback. “Like the spider?”

Elliot nods.

“Because he...” I grimace.

“Restrains his victims and kills them slowly, just like the spider,” Oliver says. “And then he watches them die. Sick fuck likes it.”

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