The Wraith by Jeffery H. Haskell

Author:Jeffery H. Haskell [Haskell, Jeffery H.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Molten Press
Published: 2018-11-28T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 19

The Ghost tried desperately not to shake as his follow-up man reported. “Are you telling me she’s still alive?” he asked Topher.

“Yeah, not only that, but the boys aren’t answering their phones, the van isn’t here, and I can’t find them. I had Alan run their GPS and the tracker shows them arriving there, but then the signal dies.” Ghost could tell the man was holding something back, something he was hesitant to tell his boss.

“Topher, what are you not telling me?” Ghost asked the man. He’d just met this team; they were supposed to be the best the Outlaw Racer Gang had to offer.

They were eager to resolve this issue as Ghost was. Swahili’s article exposed their operation to the cops and the heat was on.

“Uh… there’s a lot of blood here. I mean a lot. More than a single person could bleed out.”

Ghost hung up the phone and threw it against the wall. This was exactly why he hadn’t wanted to come back here. He knew, somehow, that The Wraith knew what was going down. It was his MO. People just disappeared—no screams, no corpses. They were just never heard from again and most certainly dead. No one could make a group of armed men disappear like that, no one but The Wraith.

“Dammit,” he said to himself. “I’m not getting paid enough for this.”

He picked up the phone to call Vaas and tell him to shove the job where the sun don’t shine, when an idea hit him. The Wraith knew the reporter was in danger. Had to know—otherwise, she’d be swinging from the rafters with a very tearful suicide note pinned to her chest. A perfect example for anyone else who knew how to think.

For his idea to work, though, he was going to have to spend a little of his own money, something he didn’t like doing. His savings was building to a nice beach house in Belize where no one would question when people went missing. Not with its stupid high murder rate.

He shook his head, refocusing his thoughts. Okay, nighttime suicide didn’t work—what about a daylight hit? A senseless drunk driver… no that wouldn’t work. It would only give credibility to her articles. If only the Detroit gangs had access to a telepath, it would make this so much easier. Of course, after what happened with the head of Cat-7, telepaths might as well be second-class citizens. Any of them caught using their gifts for personal gain, or to violate the rights of others, got neutered in the form of a lobotomy. That kind of punishment made it hard to find one willing to work this side of the law.

An idea sprang into his head—one he wouldn’t have thought of before. Fear had a funny way of screwing with the mind. He wouldn’t face The Wraith directly if he could help it, but if he went after the reporter again, forced the man to show himself, he could lay a trap for him.

Of course, he had to convince the locals to spare more men, something they wouldn’t want to do.

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