Page 65 of Corrupted Saint


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I walk out. I lock the bedroom door from the outside.Click.

I key the radio on my shoulder.

"Luca," I say, my voice devoid of humanity. "Perimeter breach, North Sector. I’m moving to intercept. Flush them toward me."

"Copy that, Boss. Hunting party is active."

I move through the silent house, a ghost in my own castle. I exit through the side door, slipping into the shadows of the forest.

The air is still. The birds are singing again, oblivious to the violence about to unfold.

I move fast, my boots silent on the pine needles. I follow the signal on the tablet. The dot is stationary.

He’s close.

The rage I felt earlier has distilled into a cold, sharp focus. I am not angry anymore. I am efficient.

I reach the edge of the property line. The twelve-foot fence looms ahead. Beyond it, a dense thicket of scrub oak and access roads.

I see a car. A nondescript gray sedan parked on an old logging trail. The window is down. An antenna is mounted on the roof.

I bring the rifle up. I sight through the scope.

I see a man in the driver’s seat. He’s wearing headphones. He’s looking at a screen. He’s watching the feed from the drone.

He’s looking at my house.

I don't shoot. Not yet.

Shooting is too easy. A bullet is a mercy.

I sling the rifle. I draw the hunting knife.

I climb the fence, bypassing the electric current with the remote in my pocket. I drop silently onto the other side.

I creep toward the car.

The operator is humming to himself. He thinks he’s invisible. He thinks he’s the predator.

I reach the driver’s side door.

I yank it open.

Before he can turn, before he can reach for the pistol on the passenger seat, I grab him by the throat and drag him out of the car.

He hits the dirt with a thud. I’m on him instantly, a knee to his chest, the knife blade pressed against his windpipe.

He freezes, his eyes bulging. He sees the scar. He sees the eyes.

He knows.

"Hello," I whisper.

"Please," he chokes out. "I’m just... I was just hired to take photos."

"Photos of my wife," I clarify.

"I didn't know! They just said... surveillance!"