Total pages in book: 196
Estimated words: 180438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 902(@200wpm)___ 722(@250wpm)___ 601(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 180438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 902(@200wpm)___ 722(@250wpm)___ 601(@300wpm)
“But why did you get it after getting married to someone else?” The female in me felt just a little bit spitefully gleeful at that, but the feeling was followed closely by remorse for my inhuman thoughts. No matter what, I cannot be like them; I refuse to be.
“Beats me. I know I was high back then, but some part of me must’ve known that this day would come, or at least I hoped it would. I can’t honestly say; I just know I couldn’t let anyone else have that ring.”
I felt tears gather in my eyes again and brushed them away. Sometimes, life is so confusing, and it’s always the most painful part. The ring, the fact that he’d bought it when he had, explained so much about his ordeal throughout this whole thing. I don’t think I’d given enough thought to what he had suffered because I’d always seen him as the culprit. But more and more, I’m beginning to see that he, too, was a victim of this game, whatever it was.
***
*Lyon*
“So she was here to drop off money.” Lying fuck. I let Flanagan spew his shit, knowing full well that he didn’t believe that shit no more than I did. Since I’m not one for beating a dead horse, and the job was already done, there was no point in grilling his wife about her real reasons for being here.
It’s an open secret among the rest of us that the crossbow is her weapon of choice, but if the two of them want to play it that way, they must have their reasons. Add the fact that Mengele is the one who sent her out here, and I want no part in that shit.
“Very well, it’s time to head back to the island. We’ve been gone too long, and the stench of this place is starting to get to me.” Fucking L.A. nothing but a bunch of fuck nuts and drug addicts. Besides, I miss the fuck out of Kat and her annoying ass. Who knows what the hell she and the rest of her hen pack had been getting up to behind my back.
“I need to call the kid and let him know we’re done here. There’s still one kid missing from the list that we haven’t found yet, but we’re working on it. The rest of the names on the list of perps can be dealt with once we get back, but we’re done here for now.”
This pedophile ring is like a ten-headed dragon; you cut one head off, and another spring up, not to mention they’re spread all over the world like weeds. Hollywood is infested, no doubt about it, but with Saunders on the job on this end, we’ll make our way through eventually. If I stay here weeding out these fucks I’d be here forever.
“I’ll fly back with her; make sure she doesn’t make any side trips.”
“You do that.” Poor sap looked like he’d aged ten years. Nothing like a wife and kids to age a man, especially when their heads are as hard as ours.
“Where is she now?”
‘Taking a nap, believe it or not.”
“Killing is a tiring sport.” He gave me a look like I was supposed to pretend I didn’t know his wife had nailed some woman to her door with an arrow through her damn head. I ignored him and went to see about getting the rest of them off their ass and on the plane that was waiting to take us back. I’d been gone for so damn long this time I was beginning to forget what the island looked like.
I found Mancini in the war room packing up shit while grinning at some shit that was going on in his head. “What’re you laughing at?”
“I just got off the phone with Catalina.”
“What does she want now?”
“It’s what she’s got. The doctor talked.”
“I’m sure he did. What did she do to him?”
“Gave him weed.”
“Weed? Did she lace the weed with something?”
“No, she crossed two different strains together.”
“So that’s what she and the pothead have been working on for the past two years.
“Yeah, it’s one of her and your father’s special grows. It’s an experiment they’ve been working on; it works kinda like a truth serum.”
“Grass can do that?”
“Yeah, apparently. She said he sang like a canary against his will.”
“I’d like to see that.”
“You will, she recorded it.”
“What else did she tell you?”
“Nothing, that was it. She just wanted to know when we’ll be back.”
“Why? What else is she up to now?”
“Beats me, but the others are back with the plants she sent them after.”
I glared at his lying ass, and he laughed harder. “Okay, okay, I’m not gonna lie. She asked me to find her a school of baby dolphins.”
“What the hell does she want with them?”
“She only said that sharks are afraid of dolphins.”