Hawk knew very little about the man, didn’t even know his real name. What little he did know made him doubt the pale man’s sanity, but he never questioned his cunning or instinct for survival.
The two men faced each other silently. The albino never spoke first, maintaining silence as a sign of power and control. Many times Hawk had challenged the muteness of the pale man, meeting silence with silence, but he’d always been the first one to grow uncomfortable and speak. This time he didn’t even consider playing a game of power with the man. The stakes were much too high. Time was too precious to waste in such foolishness.
“Did you get the information I requested?” Hawk asked.
The albino shook his head. “We can’t do anything until morning. Some of these things do take time.”
“We don’t have time,” Hawk spat out angrily. “We not only don’t know where the merchandise is, we don’t even know where the girl is!”
“She will be found,” the albino stated succinctly, his pale, pinkish eyes glittering with an unholy light Hawk found unnerving.
“She will have to be disposed of, but not until we have what we need from her.” Hawk’s voice was a mere whisper.
The albino nodded, no expression on his pale face. “I will see to it personally.”
For a split second, Hawk almost felt sorry for Libby Weatherby. Her death would not be quick and clean. The albino never worked that way. Her death would be excruciatingly slow and painful.
“What of the man?” Hawk asked. After picking up their cohort, who’d snuck into the apartment, Hawk had doubled back just in time to see Libby and the man getting into a car. He’d been about to follow them, but had the misfortune of getting pulled over by a cruising patrol car who had seen him roll through a stop sign. At least he’d been able to get the license number of the car that had spirited Libby Weatherby away from her apartment.
“We’ll know his name and address first thing in the morning,” the albino assured him. “Our contacts in Motor Vehicles will get us the information we need. And then we’ll take care of them both.” For the first time, a smile lifted the albino’s lips, sending a cold chill waltzing up and down Hawk’s spine.
