“He’s dead, killed while trying to kill the mate of his son.”
Klaus stared for a moment before jabbing the poker into Boone’s gut. Boone screamed at the pure agony that flared through his body as hot as the flames in the fireplace.
“Now, tell the truth,” Klaus encouraged in a sickly sweet voice.
“He’s dead!”
“I see.” Klaus paused for a moment, a frown wrinkling his forehead. It was almost as if he’d never considered that Aldo could be dead. “Well, that is distressing.”
He started slowly walking around the room, talking too low for Boone to make out what he was saying. Whatever it was, Boone didn’t think it was a good thing. The man seemed to be arguing with himself.
When he suddenly stopped and turned to glare, Boone got a very bad feeling in his gut. “How did he die? Who killed him?”
“I wasn’t there.” It was the truth, which was a good thing, as shifters could smell a lie.
“Who would know?”
“The council?” Boone just hoped they didn’t say anything.
“Posh!”
Boone’s eyebrows shot up.
“The council is nothing but a bunch of old men too stupid to die.”
Boone wouldn’t necessarily disagree with that, except he hated the idea of agreeing on anything with this loon.
“Why did you pay someone to vandalize Jackie’s shop and house?”
“I needed to get your attention.” He sounded so plausible.
“Why not just call? Or better yet, visit? Why terrorize someone?”
Boone really didn’t like it when the man grinned.
“Because I enjoy it.”
Fuck!
This guy might actually be crazier than the rat bastard, and that was saying a lot.
“I am sorry about the truck. I merely meant to shoot your passenger so you would stop. I certainly did not mean for your truck to be destroyed. You have my apologies for that.”
This was by far one of the strangest conversations Boone could ever remember having. Klaus had no problem shooting someone to get Boone’s attention, and torturing him, but he was sorry he’d damaged Boone’s truck?
“It’s insured.”
“Still, I hate to see a good piece of machinery be destroyed.”
“You drive a BMW, right? Red?”
“Yes.” Klaus smiled. Boone was really starting to hate that smile. “I chose the two door instead of the four door because the two door allows more power under the hood.”
“Nice.”
Yep, weird conversation.
“Is the truck your only vehicle?”
