Ugh, Dios… I can’t catch a fucking break.
Noting the name on the screen, I sigh and answer, “This better be good, Doctor… I’m at home.”
“Y-yes, sir. Mr. Blanco, um…” Johansson stutters in my ear, and my patience is nonexistent.
“Spit it out,” I bark.
“Kieran O’Malley is… dead, sir.”
I freeze. “Dead…”
“Yes, sir. He’s been… killed.”
My spine stiffens, jaw tight. “By whom?”
“I don’t know for sure,” Johansson is panicking in my ear. “But it did appear that he’d been… carved.”
Laughter coughs out of me.
Hijo de puta… He found a way.
“Who found him… O’Malley?” I ask, pacing out onto the balcony.
“I did, sir.”
“Johansson, I hate to say this, but thisisyour responsibility…”
“Sir, I assure you, we put O’Malley back in his cell. He was locked up tight.”
Here we go… Time for thefinger-pointinggame.
“You know, I wasn’t done with that Irish prick,” I snarl. “Now I’m left cleaning up your mess.”
Hanging up on Johansson’s blathering, I close my eyes and take a breath before I lose my goddamn shit. When I reopen them, I stalk back inside, pulling up the camera feed on my phone.
It’s almost too easy to locate the exact moment when Felix Darcey uses a set of keys to get into O’Malley’s cell, followed by his emerging minutes later, soaked in blood and high as a kite. It’s actually beyond fascinating to witness.
I mean,wow… The Carver in action.
He truly is one of the greats.
Dr. Love will have a field day with this.
That said, this seems almost too convenient. That he could killwhileLove is here, studying him. And so soon after the doctor’s arrival.
How did he get the keys?
I suppose he could have swiped them from one of the guards…
Or not.
It’s then that I notice something much more disturbing than The Carver murdering a fellow psychopath. The footage shows him opening a different cell and stepping inside. Then, a moment later, out strides Dascha Reznikov.
What in the fuck?!
After that, 101 disappears. He didn’t appear to have wandered the halls for long.Where did he go??
God dammit, this was over an hour ago!
