“There’s still time,” I pointed out.
His eyes locked on mine and I didn’t just see the rage burning in that gaze, I felt it. If his old man was here right now, there was no doubt in my mind that he wouldn’t hesitate to slit his throat. But that privilege was mine. I’d let him get a few good shots in, though.
“But would you say the same thing tomorrow?” I challenged.
“Why wait until tomorrow?” He glanced down at his watch. “He’s supposed to meet me at the house in an hour.”
That was all I needed to hear.
“Alright then,” I walked over to open the passenger door of his car. “Let’s go Mr. Borden and give your father forty whacks.”
* * *
When we pulledup to the house, wrath surged through my veins, turning my blood into lava. It poured through me, twitching my muscles and clenching my jaw. By the time we stepped out into the evening breeze, my fists were ready to pound all Harper’s pain and misery into her old man’s face.
I wanted to feel his skull crack while his eyes bulged out of his head. Ned Callaghan’s blood would still be coating my hands when I went back home and fucked his daughter. I’d strengthen her will while feeding her his pain. And when my sweet little liar sucked my fingers clean and moaned my name, she’d know she was safe. No one would ever hurt Harper again.
Except me, of course, but she’d like that.
Rolling my neck, I headed for the door. Sean didn’t come with me.
I cocked a brow as he veered to the left. “Where the fuck are you going?”
He did live here. We should be able to walk through the front door unquestioned.
“Mr. Borden is going to get an axe,” he called back.
Well shit. Callaghan didn’t play around.
Pure morbid curiosity drove me to follow him to a shed around back. That, and I kind of wanted to see what other fun little toys were stashed in there. Fists were fun, but there was something to be said about a man wielding hedge cutters or a chainsaw. Scariest thing I ever saw was when Preston decided to rake a guy to death. I didn’t know human vocal cords were capable of making sounds like that.
My pulse thrummed as Sean pulled out a key and clicked open the padlock.
Wonder if Ned has a rake?
When he swung the wooden door open I was reminded of all those dark garages and sheds of death in movies. My gaze swung from the hooks hanging off the roof to a wall filled with sharp instruments. This was definitely the kind of place someone in a horror movie would come to die.
“Well,” Sean tipped his gaze back to me. “See anything you like?”
All I could do was purse my lips and nod. Every possible instrument I could think of to end someone’s life was in here. Including a shotgun hanging on the wall. But that weapon was a little too easy for my liking. Why would I give Ned a quick death when I could draw it out?
I reached over Sean’s shoulder and plucked something off the wall. His brows rose in response.
“A cultivator? That’s what you’re going with?”
A slow smirk spread across my lips. “Looks like a hand rake to me.”
With three hard sharp points. Yeah, this would do nicely.
“Whatever,” Sean shrugged and headed over to the far wall where an axe hung as the light above flickered.
Tink, tink, tink.
What the fuck?“Did you hear that?”
“Hear what?” Sean asked back.
Tink… Tink…
