I get him in the bed of the truck, and cover him with a tarp.
Stand there for a moment, catching my breath.
Once I’ve caught my breath I get inside the truck and start the ignition, not wanting to waste any time.
The drive back is quieter than the drive there.
Calmer.
The rage still burns, but it's controlled now.
Focused.
I have what I came for.
The ring.
The information.
The man.
Everything I need to end this.
There will be consequences for what I did.
Going rogue.
Acting alone.
Runes and Fenrir are going to be furious.
I don't care.
Let them be furious.
Let them strip my patch if they want.
It won't change what happened.
Won't change what I did.
Won't change the fact that the man who hurt Ingrid is bleeding out in the back of my truck, on his way to face justice.
My phone buzzes.
Text from Ingrid:
Where are you? Getting worried.
I type back one-handed:
On my way home. Have a surprise for you.
Her response:
Good surprise or bad surprise?
I smile.
