“Yeah.” I nod. “Let me know if you find anything worthwhile.”
Once I can get away, I hide out in my office and go over the files I found in Carm’s office again. I can’t tell if what I’m reading is complete truth and there's no way to fact check it. Government files are tricky like that.
I decide to call him while I have this plan for Marlana fresh in my head.
“Hermanita, what can I do for you?”
“Hey Carm, I have a girl here who’s troubled with no family and in need of some strict life regimens. Can you take her?”
“Are you speaking about yourself?” He asks, his voice laced with humour.
“Har, Har, Har.” I roll my eyes.
“She has classic Daddy issues and needs regular spankings?”
“Ew.” I gag. “Stop, you’re not allowed to fuck her because I hate her but I want to help her become something better...make sense?”
“Not even a little bit, Loca.”
“Okay, thank you. I’ll tell her to get her shit together.” I smile.
“Fine. Send her here, we’ll straighten her out.”
“I also have a few pictures I want to send you and see if you recognize them at all. They might have had some affiliation with the Rampage at some point.”
“No problemo.” He says.
“Gracias, Hermano.”
“Te amo. I will speak to you soon.”
“Bye.”
We hang up and I stay there staring at my phone. Carm is the perfect older brother, protective and relenting for his baby sister. He gives me everything I ask for and makes sure to chase behind me to clean up my messes. Our relationship started out strained but I like where we’ve ended up.
I grab the two photos I have of my grandparents and spread them out on the desk. I hover my phone over the photos and take a series of pictures to send to Carm. I really hope we catch a break and find out what really happened to them.
Me: These are the photos, I need to know if you recognize the people in these pictures.
He doesn’t respond and I go back to looking over the file. I’m at war with myself over the information it provides, I want to be completely unbiased while reading it but that’s just impossible, Carm is my big brother. If what I’m reading is true, then everything I thought I knew will be out the window.
“There will be firefighters inside all day and night.” Vin says as he looks over my Black Slaughter face. “How do you plan to get him alone?”
“That’s why you’re here.” I grin at him.
“I knew it.” He mutters and I roll my eyes.
“I’ve scoped the place out and there’s an easy accessible entrance in the back used by the contractors when they’re working. It’s right beside his truck which makes everything simple. I will need to go through that way and after seeing the building plans from our city’s website, I know where his office is.” I rub my hands together and smile. “I just need you to meander up to the front and strike up a conversation about the construction and what not.”
“Sounds easy enough, but what if they don’t want to fucking talk to me?”
“Baby, you’re an actor.” I deadpan. “Act some shit out.”
“That pussy will be destroyed tonight.” He growls as he gets out.
I squeal as the insatiable bitch throbs at his words. Looks like sitting will be impossible tomorrow, too.
I watch as he walks around the firehall to the front and then I hop out of the Hummer. I scouted out the cameras a few nights ago and noticed the back only has one aimed towards the door. It’s an old style camera, as big as a fucking brick and sticks out of the wall. I strategically placed four large stones in the hedges for tonight. I’ve always had good aim and all I really have to do is hit it until it swings away from the door or even better, take it out completely.
My first rock nicks the edge of the camera and it bends, pointing closer to the door. The next one does the trick and the camera stem snaps, leaving it swinging against the wall. I hurry over to the door and turn the knob, it’s locked but it’s one of those old school knob only locks and the fucking thing is ancient. Besides, no one wants to break into a fire station filled with firefighters day and night. Except for me, I want to do that.
The third rock is in my hand and I slam it down onto the knob and breathe a sigh of relief as the thing just pops off, leaving the door to swing outwards. The corridor inside is empty and I can hear a TV on in the background. I send a quick text to Vin letting him know I’m in and head off in the direction of the chief's office. I can’t be sure he went outside to talk to Vin and I also can’t be sure there aren’t others chilling around here, so I take my time and slowly peruse the offices until I come upon the one belonging to him. It’s empty and luckily his laptop sits chilling on top of his desk. Beside it is a nice looking customized Zippo with his name on it. So, naturally I pocket that.
I slip into the attached bathroom and wait. A few minutes later my phone vibrates.
Vin: He’s coming back now. I will meet you at the spot.
My stomach swirls in anticipation and the need to watch this man die has my blood thrumming. After McKay is done, my concentration will be solely on Moore and how to get him alone to be tortured.
I hear his office door shut and his groan as he sits in his chair. I wait a few minutes, collect my bearings, and prepare my mind for what’s to come. Yes, killing is easy, I’m not bothered by watching someone die at my hand when I know
