Eight P.M.
Jesus.
Christ.
This dude was heavy, and dragging him in here to the place he did all of his interrogations was no easy task. He’d broken out in one hell of a sweat.
Now, he needed to wake him up, and make sure he didn’t know too much, or he was going to have to go after his partner, too.
Yeah, this was getting messy.
When he’d finally gotten him into the trunk of his car, he’d chloroformed him, just to be sure.
It was time to wake-up from his nap.
With the smelling salts, Gene bolted awake, his fight or flight kicking in. Only, he was already strapped down to themetal table where the sugar cane plants were pulverized to get out their sugars.
As he looked around, that’s when he saw him.
“What the fuck, Lucas?” Gene asked, putting the pieces together. “Are you out of your goddamn mind?”
His head hurt, and Gene needed to keep this man busy for as long as he could. Ethan would eventually realize that he was missing, and come for him.
They had the location on lock, but clearly missed that this man was involved.
But then again, it made sense.
They’d written everything on the whiteboard, and this man had been privy to it if he walked by the room, or talked to Greyson.
On top of that, he’d touched a dead body barehanded to put his DNA on him—just in case he’d fucked up.
Oh, he wasn’t nearly as incompetent as they believed.
Lucas was crazy like a fox.
Now, as it came to surviving, it was sick, but Gene knew he was going to have to prioritize torture over a quick death.
He needed to stay alive for his man.
For the only person he loved.
That meant enduring torture—which was going to suck seven ways to Sunday.
“Gene, buddy, normally, I’d have a costume on, and we’d play a game, but I’m sure you and Ethan already are on that track,” Lucas admitted.
He held up the plague doctor’s mask for him to see.
“Why did you guys have to investigate? All I wanted was this case dumped into my lap so I could cover. You could have just enjoyed your vacation, and said‘fuck you’to Gabe. He never would have known.”
Jesus.
It was time to stall.
Oh, and most importantly, he needed to protect Ethan. He would be next. This sick fuck would go after him after he ended his life.
There was no doubt what was to come would be to get information out of him to figure out how much they knew.
There was no way he’d risk Ethan.
