Page 71 of Mace

“What is it?” Barracuda asked.

My eyes scanned the page, and my heart started beating in my ear.

“No way,” I gasped.

“Mace?” Imogen called.

I looked up at her, and her eyes were wide with fear. “You weren’t the only one, Imogen.”

She cocked her head to the side and frowned. “Not the only one for what?” she asked.

Barracuda took the notebook from me and paged through it. “Where the hell did you get this?” he asked Brad.

“What is it?” Imogen demanded.

“Darrin Bing. I was at his house for a family reunion, and it was just sitting on his desk.” Brad looked around. “He caught me looking at it, and I ran before he could catch me.”

“Fucking hell,” Barracuda cursed.

Monk stepped away and headed over to the girls. “Everyone in the building, and no one argues.”

He was too late, though.

Another car careened into the parking lot, and a pissed-off Darrin Bing jumped out of the driver’s seat with a gun pointed toward Brad.

“You got something that belongs to me, boy,” he screamed.

“Whoa, whoa,” Barracuda called. He pulled his gun from his waistband in a flash and pointed it at Darrin. “Put it down,” he ordered.

Monk was slowly moving the girls along the side of the building, but Darrin noticed them move.

“Stop fucking moving,” he shouted. He fired a shot toward the girls, and everyone screamed.

Fucking hell.

Imogen pressed herself to my back, and I wrapped my arm around her from behind.

“Easy, easy,” Barracuda tried to calm him. Darrin was still twenty feet away but close enough to kill us all if he wanted.

I didn’t think he did, though, because he would have done it already.

He was after the notebook in Barracuda’s hands.

The notebook incriminated his brother in many rapes and murders.

Imogen was not the only one Kent had raped.

She had just been the last one.

“You want this notebook that is a laundry list of all the women your brother raped?” Barracuda asked. He held up the notebook and shook his head.

Imogen gasped, and her body tensed.

“I didn’t get to look too closely at it, but it seems your brother was a sick fuck who liked to document all the evil and nasty shit he did.” Barracuda tsked.

“That doesn’t belong to you. That fuckshit stole it from me.” He glared and pointed his gun at Brad. “You shouldn’t go snooping where you don’t belong. You’ll wind up dead.”

“Dead?” I laughed. “You think you’re going to kill him and not spend the rest of your life in prison as your brother should have?” I tsked and shook my head. “You’ve got seventeen witnesses who will make sure your ass rots in a cell.”

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