Body of the Crime

Chapter Five

TENSLEY WIPED the blood from his cheek and clicked his tongue twice.

"Ready to talk now, hunter scum?"

The scum's face contorted, the veins on his neck straining as he held back a horrified cry.

He spat instead though.

Idiot jackass.

His face coated in his own blood, his left eye swollen shut.

"I already told you, I don't know where she is." His voice broke.

Tensley clenched his kneecaps from wanting to plummet this hunter. "But you fucking saw her, didn't you? Thought you'd have fun with a demon for a night?"

"I saw her; I did, but I didn't touch her. Seriously." He twisted his hands behind his back, tied tightly so it cut off his circulation.

Tensley's men had found the man in the midst of getting some ass behind a bar out in Queens. He hoped he would be easy to break, but he refused to tell him where Lex was.

When the hunter simply panted, his teeth stained red, Tensley picked up the same blade he used to slice the man's cheek open and wiped the blood on a cloth.

He ran the side of his thumb along the blade and sneered at the hunter.

"I've broken your hand, finger by finger; I could easily skin your other."

The man spluttered, shaking his head. "No—no, please, god, no!"

As soon as Tensley pressed the tip of the knife into the man's knuckle, he froze.

And then lifted it.

For a moment, the man's shoulders sagged and his heart settled.

For a moment.

Then Tensley strike, unprovoked, like a scorpion and dug the knife deep into the man's hand, crushing the bone.

An agonizing scream carried through Tensley's body and he stood, wiped his hand on his cheek and left.

"Give him a few hours to rot, then we'll start again," Tensley told one of the soldiers as he made his way out of the basement.

None of the men argued and none of them questioned him as he strolled down the polished, marble hallway to his office. Curt nods if they were brave enough to acknowledge him.

He stretched his left hand out and worked his shoulders, trying to expel the stress, the tension straining his focus. The scars Molly left on his forearms still stung. The way her nails dug deep, as if she was marking him made his chest heavy and his throat tight.

He opened his office door for his hands to curl into fists.

"Mr. Knight."

Tensley glared at the old man, Mr. Rose, as well as his ex-girlfriend, Evelyn Rose. She leaned against his dark oak desk, smiling wickedly back at him.

Tensley gritted his teeth and strolled to behind his desk. "I don't recall a scheduled meeting with either of you two."

"This has been discussed before," Mr. Rose said, his heavy brows wrinkling.

Tensley fell back into his seat. "Don't waste my time, Mr. Rose."

"Evelyn will be shadowing me; to take over my position."

His fingers dug into the arm of the leather chair. Fuck.

"Is that so?"