Survivor Trilogy Box Set by T M Smith

Author:T M Smith [Smith, T M]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: TTC Publishing
Published: 2019-08-29T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

Rand

White-knuckling the steering wheel, Rand silently fumed. Bruce Pearson was one sick fuck. It wasn’t enough for him to prey on innocent, young, naïve kids. No, he had to demoralize them while immortalizing their pain and suffering on film. Something inside him cracked open when he saw the picture of Shannon, his body a roadmap of fury. Having to hand that image over to Rory and watch the light in his eyes dim made the crack inside him bleed. More than anything, Rand wanted to take Pearson to some dark, remote place and take his time torturing the man until his face looked like Junior’s and his body was a collection of bruises and scars. But that would make him a monster, a piece of shit that was no better than Pearson.

Arriving back at the station, they found Connie at the coffee machine filling a paper cup with sludge thick enough to put hair on your ass. “Well, did you learn anything more while you were babysitting?” Rory asked, pouring two more cups, offering one to Rand. He side-eyed the dark liquid, declining. He could smell the bitterness from five feet away; no way was he drinking that shit.

“Not really. Sadly, he’s a cocky piece of shit, but he’s also smart and not easily rattled.” She groaned, stretching. “You guys find anything useful at his condo?”

“You could say that.” Rand smirked, tapping the box in his hand.

“Excuse me, Detective, there’s a guy here asking about Bruce Pearson.” The desk sergeant pointed to a man in the waiting area. He was tall and broad with black hair and dark-brown, almond-shaped eyes. Ah yes, Pearson’s thug, Tuan Nguyen.

“Tell him to have a seat and get comfortable. It’s going be awhile.” Rand fought the urge to walk over to the man, grab him by his hair, and drag him across the floor. To do the same thing to him that Tuan had done to Shannon. Just his presence was unnerving—the set of his shoulders and the intense look in his eyes rubbed Rand the wrong way.

“All right.” Rory drained his cup before tossing it into the trash. “Let’s do this.”

The three of them went to the room on the other side of the mirror, so they could fill Connie in on the contents of the box. Rand started organizing them individually, placing the happy images at the top. He had an idea of how they could rattle Pearson’s cage. Once he had them in the order he wanted, Rand grabbed a manila folder, giving Rory the empty box. “I want you to walk in there, close the door, walk over to the table, and set the box down. Then come over and stand in the corner by the mirror. Don’t open the box, and don’t say a word to him.”

Normally, Rory argued with him about every damn little thing, and Rand fully expected that to be the case then as well. Instead, he simply nodded and followed Rand’s instructions to the letter. He and Connie watched through the glass as Rory entered the room, kicking the door shut behind him.

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