“You’re welcome. Can I ask who wanted her dead?” I try to read his poker face but his eyes remain steady and the small muscles nearby don’t twitch.
The guy could be on the level but it doesn’t change the fact someone almost killed a kid and a whole lot of others. Like a rabid dog, the terrorist needs to be brought down.
He sighs. “You can ask, but you won’t understand. I have enemies. They were using her to get to me. The FBI has two of Oblonsky’s security personnel in custody.”
“But why put the whole city at risk?”
“Power. To prove they could. To make me and my family back down from the positions we hold but we won’t. If anything, we’ll work harder to see they can’t do anything like this ever again.” His jaw ticks.
“We. Who is we?” My mouth drops because he answers by letting his eyes glow with a strange red fire.
“Is that a result of gene splicing?” The thought boggles my mind but he chuckles and shakes his head, no.
“My family’s had the trait for centuries.”
“The labs? The bidding war?”
“To stop what could be humanity’s greatest mistake.” Shrugging, he stands. “Thank you again. You’ll find a generous bonus in your bank account.”
Then, he leaves and Police Chief Russo comes in. Shaking his head, he hands me a document notarized by the president’s office. “You need to sign this waiver.”
“I had to, as well.” My wife enters the room with my lawyer so I shove the paperwork at the guy who’s well paid to know this shit.
He reads for a moment and hands me a pen. “I don’t think you have much choice.”
“Fine. C’mon Sam, we’re out of here.” What the fuck? What kind of bull is this? The only thing I’m sure of is the terrorists will be punished. I can’t even discuss babies made in test tubes ever again or risk prosecution.
Much later, back at home and freshly showered, we relax on our couch with a beer. My partner shakes her head back and forth. “Can you believe the Feds made me stop researching gene splicing?”
“It’s probably for the best. Where’s Catrina?” For a moment, I worry she’s been arrested until my partner smiles and pats my knee.
“Frankie has her. Remember his alcoholic feline? Well, she’s on the wagon and needs a companion. I had Agent Dickwad drop her off.
“You trusted our sweet, docile pet with them?” My mouth drops open in feigned horror and she laughs.
“Our friendly neighborhood hitman told him if anything happened to Catrina, he’d wipe out his whole family.”
Huh.“Alrighty then. If he’s okay threatening FBI personnel, who am I to argue?”
“Agreed. Oh my God, it was one hell of a Halloween.” Sam jumps up, grabs a couple more beer bottles out of the fridge and hands me one.
Leaning back, I recall Jack’s red eyes and the weird flaming Molotov cocktails. “Do you believe there are humans with supernatural abilities?”
“Now, I do. What about you?” Her brows lift.
“Mebbe. Do you want to investigate it further?” If she does, I need to shut her down real fast.
“God, no. You?”
“Nope. I’m solid.” I slip on my costume hoodie and nibble on her neck. “Scooby wants a snack.”
“Is that what we’re calling him, now?” Grinning, she glances down at my cock and he grows under her scrutiny.
I unzip my fly and let him pop out. “Can Velma come out to play?”
Giggling, she runs into the bathroom and exits in nothing but orange knee socks and shiny red shoes. Dashing up to the loft, she leans those beautiful breasts over the railing.
“What’re you waiting for?”
