The same way he knows why Sinj is in prison to begin with, is the same way he knows the one Sinj is hunting is not him. Zayne’s hacker collected a seminar-worthy stack of information behind why an undercover has slipped off his home soil of the USA, to come here of all places, to Sandstone Correctional Australia. And it has nothing to do with Sinn'ous’s murders. Though, he is sure if Sinj gained any evidence against Sinn'ous, he’d throw him under the bus without a second glance. And watch it run right over the top of him, and not bat an eye.
“What makes you think I can do that?”
Sinn'ous steps fully into his cell, crowding in close to Sinj, blocking the only exit with his body. “It would be awfully hazardous to your health, should this get out.” He roams his eyes briefly over the still open cupboard doors.
“Should what get out?” Sinj fails spectacularly to portray an uncaring attitude. The crease of his brow and the slight shift tohis stance gives him away. A neon sign flashing the telltale signs of trapped prey, it calls to Sinn'ous’s every fibre.
“That you’re undercover, of course. Howwouldthe general population react to knowing an agent is walking amongst them, mingling within these walls.”
Instead of the usual route of denial, Sinj surprises him by all but fessing up to it. “How did you find out?”
“I have my sauces.”
“Who are?” Calculated conclusions draw all over Sinj’s features.
Sinn'ous lets out a humourless chuckle. “No one you need concern yourself with.” He ignores the glare Sinj throws at him. “Now, onto what I want.”
“And what if I can’t?”
“Then the general population will be the least of your worries.” Sinn'ous can say this wouldn’t be a first. He has killed law enforcement before, it’s about the same as killing anyone else. The same rush, the same high. Only with the added disadvantage of attracting more attention, and a swarm of cops gunning harder than ever for him.
They seem to take it personally when you murder one of their own.
The long drawn out pause they are floating in, consists of Sinj eyeing the door more times than not, while a story of scenarios play behind his faked bravado. It’s laughable that he thinks he has any chance of weaselling his way out of this.
Will Sinj take the plunge and try to fight his way out? Try to silence Sinn'ous? It wouldn’t be the first time a cops killed to silence someone, and it sure as shit won’t be the last.
Or will he give in to Sinn'ous’s wants? Be a good little cop and bow down?
No way of knowing.
This will either end in Sinj’s body walking out of the Satanic cell or his soul.
“Alright. Deal.” Sinj concedes.
48
SINN'OUS
When Reni’s clique made their presence known in the cafeteria for dinner and they weren’t being trailed by one hazelnut hairedinmate, Sinn'ous’s anxiety skyrocketed. And he doesn’t do anxiety. But Satan give him strength, he has anxiety now. When Izz disappears it never ends well. The whole prison should know by now who the boy belongs to but there are always stupid people in the world that need to die.
He’ll introduce them to their deaths and their afterlife in Satan’s home. But this doesn’t require his boy being in the middle of it.
Scanning each group he exercises his legs past, he is no closer to who is searching for. His mind being a rattled mess experiencing the new and unwelcome presence of anxiety weighing down on him, he misses the rational thoughts that tell him to check A-Wing and their cells. It takes him glaring into the tightly packed B-Wing for the thought to click into place.
Sure enough, Izz’s exactly there. He’s half put out by his boy being in Sinn'ous’s Satanic cell and not over in his own shared one. The pleased air of discovering his boy sitting here is short lived. Because the air surrounding his boy is not one of giddy excitement or laid-back casualness, it’s cold and it’s unsettled.
His boy’s leg is bouncing on the floor, expression drawn in and closed off, showcasing just how much Izz has opened up to him, now that he is shut off it’s so glaringly obvious.
“You didn’t show up to eat.” He structures his words in an open-ended demand to give his boy the chance to fill in the blanks.
If this has anything to do with David, Sinn'ous will kill him. Repercussions be damned.
The only reason that waste of space lives is because Izz wanted it to be, but if David has upset Izz again, promise or no promise, he will end him.
Sinn'ous stays in the cell’s doorway, stepping in could be disastrous to his long-term plans for his boy if what Izz says is something he does not want to hear.
“I . . . Um. I have something to tell you . . .”
