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Chapter 10

The men rejoined Price in town mid afternoon the next day. He had been working on Halcon all morning but to little avail.

"A whole lot of talking and shit to say."

Ghost nodded, leaving the two upstairs. He was not a lover of torture by nature, considering his past, but he was intimidating, scary to be locked in a room with, and he knew how to use it to his advantage.

He entered the same basement as before but there was no table. Halcon was chained to a chair in the center, and he didn't look beat down. He looked pissed.

"Weak ass brit has to send his guard dog down, huh." Halcon spat on the ground.

Ghost grabbed a chair and sat across from the other man. "Seems he's tired of your shit."

Halcon chuckled. "Well I've got plenty more where that came from."

"Alright." Ghost sat back and crossed his arms. He had nothing but time.

They sat in silence for a while. Ghost could hear the other men walking around upstairs. If he killed Halcon now, it would hurt the whole mission. He spent the next few minutes contemplating whether or not he cared until the prisoner spoke again.

"Are you going to kill me?" He knew it was unlikely the dickhead could read minds.

Coward. "I ask the questions."

"You look like la parca, that's all."

Silence again.

"You going to ask the questions then, or no?"

Ghost sat forward, casually resting his elbows on his knees. "Who is the woman heading up your operation?"

"The queen of fucking England." He spat again.

Ghost ignored it, pulling a knife out of the holster in his boot and turning it over in his hands. "What is planned for March 17th?"

Halcon grinned. "St. Patty's, I believe."

"Why were you chosen to handle Mariana Ricardo?"

"Ella trusts me."

Simon looked at the man with blank eyes. "Would she come to your rescue now? If she knew you were so close to death?"

He looked hurt for a split second before his bullshit attitude fell back in place. "You won't kill me. You need me."

Ghost stood and walked closer so that Halcon had to raise his chin to look at him. "You're only useful if you have something to give us. I'm beginning to believe you don't."

"That's a lie. You'd never give me up as a bargaining chip."

Ghost walked behind the man, noting the sweat that trickled down the side of his neck. It wasn't warm. Halcon was afraid.

"Is that why you kept Mariana alive? As a bargaining chip?"

Halcon chuckled. "Bargain with who? No one wanted her besides us."

When he spoke of the woman Simon had rescued, it felt like ice at the base of his neck. "That's not an answer."

"I answered you last night. She's ours. The half sister. Heir."

"But your woman is still in charge." Ghost stepped closer.

Halcon looked sideways, trying to see him and his unsheathed blade. "Of course."

He was trapping him so easily. "So then why does an heir matter? Can't she produce one herself?"

"There's no time."