“Good.” I moved out of the way and left the others to torture Boscoe for more information. Flipping through the document Glitch had sent over, I read over what he’d found. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to go on for now. We’d have more soon. Boscoe didn’t seem to have the diehard attitude Rhino had.
Glancing up as Kilo came over, I handed him my phone to read.
“Leave it to Glitch,” he said, eyes scanning the document. “Fucker can find anything.”
He paused for a moment, then asked, “He find Ryan?”
“He’s working on that,” I replied. “Kid isn’t using a card or anything that would identify him, so it’s going to take time.”
We both looked up as the car started up and watched as Bolo finished tying Boscoe’s legs to a rope attached to the bumper of the car. He and Relay tapped fists together as Relay passed to get into the driver’s seat. “Good thing Rhino had that rope in the trunk,” Kilo commented.
“They’re all involved in this,” I said as Relay peeled out, shooting dirt all over Boscoe.
“Yeah, fuck him. Killed at least one kid Rue knows of for sure so far,” Kilo said, as Relay began to do donuts in the dirt nearby, dragging a screaming Boscoe over dirt, rocks, more cholla, and whatever else was lying on the desert floor.
“Sounds like it’s been a fuck ton more than just one kid,” I muttered. Rue had told me about the people she and her partner had picked up from that part of town. She wasn’t sure how many had died, other than the one that was DOA, but she was sure some she worked on hadn’t made it.
“Yeah. I figured. Glad we’re going to be putting a stop to it,” Kilo replied. “That shit doesn’t need to be happening in our city. Using kids and then fucking shooting them in the head when you’re done with them. Taking others away from their families… Fuck that. Fuck Rhino. Fuck Boscoe.” He shook his head.
“Next up is Glenn and then Carrick and anyone in between,” I said in agreement. “We’re going to teach these assholes that this shit doesn’t fly in our city.”
“Fuck yeah.”
The others came over and we watched as Relay came up with new, inventive ways to torture information out of Boscoe. Eventually, he walked off into the desert, leaving the bloodied man groaning on the ground.
“Where the fuck-” Bolo broke off when Relay came back. “Bro…”
“You realize those are venomous, right?” Drifter said, eyeing the rattlesnake in Relay’s hand.
“Yeah? So?”
“Where the fuck did you even find it?” Strike asked, taking a step away from Relay.
“You can’t fucking throw a rock without hitting one of these bastards out here,” Relay said with a shrug.
I’d taken them miles outside of the city limits. This was a part of the desert where the tourists didn’t come. We weren’t likely to run into anyone out here. The perfect place to dump bodies where the animals living out here would dispose of them for us.
“What are you planning to do with it?” Flir asked.
In answer, Relay dropped the pissed off snake straight on Boscoe’s chest. Every time the snake stopped striking, Relay would poke it with a stick and force it to bite Boscoe again. At least until the man’s screams died down and the venom in his veins finally stopped his heart.
Relay looked up at me and nodded. “This was much fucking better than that damn chair. I can’t believe you waited this long to take me out here.”
“Oh, right, because I’ve been hiding the desert from you.”
“Yet this is the first time we’ve tortured a guy out here,” he replied with a shrug.
“I promise you it won’t be the last,” I told him. Later I’d need to examine whether that sentence made me as much a psychopath as Relay was. “Go drag the body further out.” I started kicking dirt over the blood stains on the ground.
“What do you want to do with the car?” Kilo asked.
“Desert store it,” I told him with a grin.
“My fucking pleasure,” he said. He got into the SUV and followed Relay out into the desert. They’d find a wash somewhere and make sure that car couldn’t go anywhere, be found, or be identified by the time they were done with it.
Bolo crossed his arms over his chest and gave me an approving look.
“What?” I asked.
