“Well, I am working on the cartel men you brought in…” He hums.
True… He’s been overseeing the torture of Tammy’s murderers.
“More to the point, I would really like to see how Felix responds to Dr. Templeton’s methods, after weeks of being pampered by Lemuel,” he says.
Ah… now it all makes sense.
Leaning back, I lick blood off of my finger. “Well, alright then.”
Whatever you say, sicko.
Sitting in back of the butcher shop in Atlanta, I’m watching the kid swing back-and-forth upside down. He’s been like this for minutes, so chances are the blood is really gathered in his head by now. He’s crying and sniffling, choking on his snot.
I shake my head.This is the idiota who got me all worked up for days on end??
“I’m going to need an answer soon, Diego,” I hum, fingers steepled. “I don’t have all day, you know… I flew down here, took time out of myextremelybusy schedule to come and get the truth. No moreassumptions, por favor.”
Nestor grabs the hook Diego here is strung up with to stop its swinging.
Surrounded by pig corpses, and still the biggest swine in the room.
“Tell me what you told Emilio…” I stand up fast, sticking my knife up to his groin. “Now, or you’ll lose your hog.”
“It was… the w-wrong Alvarez twins,” he squeaks.
“How do you know that?” I growl. “You seemed pretty confident last time…”
“I w-was. But that was b-before I found out sh-she… used to be a he.”
A sharp bolt of new fury strikes me, reigniting my veins. I grab the kid by the throat and haul him up, holding him upright by his neck.
“What thefuckdid you just say?” I hiss in his face. He’s pissing his pants. “Be very careful what you say next, puta. Or youwilllive to feel every last thing I do to you…”
“Her,” he snivels. “The dead girl’s n-name was Alice.AliceAlvarez, but she was b-born Alex. I’m so sorry, please don’t kill me! It was a mistake!”
He’s sobbing, but I’m not even listening anymore. I’m too busy doubling over inside this revelation…
It wasn’t them. It was never Arturo’s kids…
Angelito isalive.Well, he wasn’t killed by Trevel Fenwick.
Still, all of that freaking out over thewronggoddamn Alvarez twins?! I mean, what are the chances…
Jesus, does this asshole have any idea how many people were going to be cut the fuck open over his careless mistake??
“Next time, be onemillionpercentcertain, chancho,” I hiss, spinning away from him, leaving him hanging and weeping in the freezer of this random butcher shop I’ve owned for years—mainly for instances like this. “Don’t talk shit unless you’re prepared to face the repercussions.”
With the flip of my hand on the way out, Nestor cuts the kid down, then proceeds to kick the shit out of him.Let’s be real, the sole purpose of owning a butcher shop is to have a purely terrifying place to bring people when you want to get the truth out of them. And slinging meat, of course.
But anyway… That fuck-ass really had me going for a second there!
Maybe it was an honest mistake, but the point stands. Youneverbring information El Jefe until it’s been properly vetted.
This hassle waseasilyavoidable. Now we’ve got Trevel Fenwick coming to the Pen when he doesn’t really need to be. He didn’t kill Angel and Avianna. He killed some other miscellaneous Alvarez twins.
Really, though… That’s quite the coincidence.From Colombia. Fraternal twins, twenty-two years old. Surname Alvarez, first names beginning with A…
I’m not saying I think they’re the only ones, but it just seems highly unlikely that all of those things would match up,andthat they’d be tied to a patient of Dr. Love.
