Assassin Down by Ed Grace

Author:Ed Grace [Grace, Ed]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Rick Wood Publishing
Published: 2019-12-14T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirty-One

Talia sat there, her legs and her hands bound in duct tape, still and helpless.

Her mouth was free but there was no screaming, no hollering for help.

She was cleverer than that.

She knew better than that.

But how? How did she know better?

Sullivan stood before her and went to speak, but something stopped him.

He stepped forward. Took the chain of a necklace and pulled its pendant out from beneath her top.

The clover. The necklace from her mother.

He gripped it.

He wanted to pull it off and smash it and throw it across the room. He wanted to break down and scream all of his anguish into the floor and cry at her feet.

He turned his back to her. Ran his hands through his hair. Tried to keep it together.

Boy, did he try to keep it together.

But there was too much pushing against his surface, too much agony pressing against the constraints of his skin, pushing like bugs scuttling throughout his body, throbbing every muscle.

He glanced over his shoulder at her.

She was smiling. A cocky, knowing smile. A smile an enemy would use to incense him.

He wanted to scream at her and he wanted to plead with her.

He wanted to tear out her hair, and he wanted to brush it until it was neat.

He wanted to punch her then bandage up her bruise.

“What happened?” he said, finally. His voice came out faintly, but he knew that she heard it.

She shrugged.

“Don’t shrug. Don’t do that to me. You owe me answers. You come back to me after five years and you shrug? You owe me better than that.”

She frowned, playfully, as if to show disagreement in a light argument.

“What?” he grunted.

“We’ve already established I owe you nothing. You didn’t find me. Didn’t look hard enough.”

“I looked everywhere!” There was no reining it in now, no holding back—he unleashed, his scream shouting back off the walls, his wild gesticulating demonstrating his lack of control. “I fucking looked, I did! What, you want proof? You want to see the wall I had with everything I knew on it? I searched down every lead, searched every place, I never slept, I did everything I could to find you but I just could not fucking find you!”

“So what did you do?” Her voice was so calm, such a contrast to his.

“I kept looking!”

“And then what?”

“I looked more.”

“And then?”

“I looked for you!”

“And after you gave up, what then?”

He paused, his words tumbling out too fast for his brain.

“I didn’t give up.”

“So you kept looking?”

“No, I couldn’t!”

“So what did you do then?”

“I hid! It was the only thing I could do; I couldn’t find you, and they would kill me and how am I meant to find you if they kill me? So I disappeared, waiting for the right time, for the clue to emerge.”

“You were waiting. Sure.”

“I was!”

“You were hiding. You weren’t scared of them hunting you—you’re Jay Sullivan, it didn’t matter who hunted you.” She paused, then spat her next sentence with the venom she knew would destroy him.

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