This girl fascinates me. "Why were you there the other day?" She replies with grim stubbornness. "Were you nearby? Tipped off?" Her ears twitch at the latter. I smile. "Who tipped you off?"
She stares at me for a minute. "I don't know." I grin. "I got a phone call from some guy with a modulated voice." My face falls. "He said to go to the office district. He said to look for broken glass. Said there was a man in red."
I spin around and throw the cheap vodka at the wall. "MOTHER FUCKER! SON OF A FUCKING BITCH!" I turn back to face her. She's back against the wall. I'm still seething. "Where were you before your intervention?"
"R-residential district, White City." She presses herself against the wall. "I was visiting a friend."
"How old are you?"
"Nineteen."
I sigh. She relaxes. "You have a car?" I ask in resignation.
"Yes. A red Prius. It was parked in the street when we fought." I start to laugh. "What?"
"I hope your insurance covers men falling on it from thirty feet up," I laugh. "But, fuck! That is a bad car." I laugh even harder
"...ah..." She falls to the floor.
Ah, girl, you're pulling at me. "Look... behave, answer all questions and over look my transgressions, and MAYBE I'll buy you a new car."
She jumps up and grins, wiping the tears from her eyes. "Really?"
"Maybe. But first." I pull out my phone and a bottle of Red Russian. "Do you know..." I show her the video. "... who that is?"
She nods, eyes widening at the scene. "I knew his son."
That's impossible. "Kane's son is older than the White City itself. That is frankly not possible." I look into her eyes. She's not overly surprised, though she does have super abilities. "And he went off the grid ninety years ago."
"So, Andrew Kane, six foot two, and has a burn on the left side of his face, isn't the son of this man, Solomon Kane, older than the Roman Empire." She has a glint in her eye.
"You know where he is, don't you?" She nods once. "You're not going to tell me where he is, are you?" She shakes her head. I sigh. I look at my watch. 11:09pm. "We leave first thing in the morning. And you will be in shackles."
"Won't that draw attention?"
I get up and walk out the room, to my bed. "We're not walking."
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Hell Raiser
Action(Warning: Graphic violence, sexual references and course language. May make some readers uncomfortable.) He's not your usual hero. He's a super villain with a sadistic personality. And he truly only hates one person. But when a mysterious figure sta...
