The official story was that he died on a mission.
‘He got sloppy.’Damian told me.‘His mark got the drop on him and shot him in the head. He’s dead.’
Vox never really recovered from that.
Vox had never exactly been a…happydude, but Gavin’s death really fucked him up. Vox’s hatred for Damian tripled the day he told us Gavin was never coming back, and since then, he’d really been playing with fire when it came to our boss.
Jesus, I was really taking my time strutting down fucking memory lane today…
Shaking off the painful memories of our friend, I shot Vox a grin.
“Sorry, I’ve been a little MIA.”
Vox’s lip quirked up, and he held his fist to one cheek and stuck his tongue into the side of the other, making it look like he was thrusting an imaginary dick in his mouth. I burst out laughing.
“You have nooooo idea.” I flopped back on his bed, unable to keep the dreamy smile off my face.
“He’s so fucking perfect, Vox. He has no clue how fucking hot he is. And he’s soinnocent!Every single thing I do with him, it’s like it’s the first time, and he always gets this look on his face like I’m rocking the fuck out of his world. I can’t get enough of him.”
Vox grinned at me, his eyes sparkling with happiness. He really was my best fucking friend. He was a grumpy little fucker, but he was also my number-one cheerleader.
“Anyway, sorry. I’m clearly in the honeymoon phase.” I laughed, and Vox shrugged, still grinning, which I took to mean‘No big deal.’
“Have you made progress on our marks?” I asked, and he nodded, spinning back around and gesturing for me to check out what he was pulling up on the screen.
“Wow,” I murmured. “You have been a busy lil bee, my friend.” I reached around his shoulder and took control of the mouse, clicking through several phone records and email feeds he somehow managed to obtain.
I had no idea how he had done it, but he seemed to have been able to find where Logan lived.
“This is insane… I thought this guy was a professional? How did you find him so easily? You would have thought he would have encrypted this shit.”
Vox glanced at me and took back control of his mouse. With a few clicks, he pulled up a tattoo shop and pointed to the ‘About’ page, where there was a picture of an insanely sexy dude with dead eyes and a backward ballcap smirking back at me.
“Is that one of them?” I asked, and Vox nodded. He pointed to the email form at the bottom of the site, and I nodded, understanding.
This guy probably had his tattoo shop’s email on the same network as whatever email he was using to communicate with marks. Vox likely couldn’t get into the encrypted email but used this man’s work account as a back door.
“You’re a fucking genius, my friend.”
Vox smirked at me and pretended to brush his shoulder off.
Clicking through the email threads, I grinned. There, plain as day, was Logan’s home address. He lived on an old farm property on the outskirts of Silent Hollow. He had a trailer on land owned by an elderly couple that now lived in a retirement home.
Getting the familiar rush of excitement I usually experienced when the dots started connecting, I clicked through some more of Logan’s files.
“Jesus. This guy is going after some really nasty dudes,” I muttered. “I high-key don’t even want to kill them.”
Vox glanced at me, raising an eyebrow.
“I know, I know. We have to do it… just… look at this, he’s already killed like four pedophiles whose charges were pleaded down.” I frowned. This guy was hunting the same kind of peopleIhunted.
His most recent kill was a judge, just like Kyle, who was involved in several cases where the pedo wasn’t charged, despite the copious amounts of evidence against them. I could understand why Damian wanted him gone. He relied on the system being corrupt. I just had a really fucking soft spot for kids.
Judges had all kinds of cases that came across their desks. They were bound to have a couple that involved minors that didn’t go well.
Still, something about all this just wasn’t sitting right with me.
I tongued my lip ring.
