I tilt the blade slightly so he feels it.
“And you made her bleed.”
Voss swallows.
“You think killing me changes anything?”
“No.”
The knife moves.
Fast.
Voss never finishes the sentence he started.
His body collapses back into the chair.
Behind me Rev steps into the doorway.
“That the last one?”
I wipe the blade on Voss’s shirt.
“Yeah.”
Rev looks around the office.
“Well,” he mutters. “That solves that problem.”
Cleanup takes the next hour.
Bodies get loaded into the trucks. Shell casings disappear. Every surface gets wiped down until the warehouse looks empty again.
By the time we’re done the place looks like nothing happened.
Which is exactly how we like it.
Perdition isloud when we walk in.
Music shakes the floor while half the club crowd fills the bar and dance floor. The smell of whiskey, sweat, and cheap perfume hangs in the air.
Rev claps my shoulder.
“First round’s on you.”
I head for the bar.
The bartender slides a glass of bourbon toward me without asking.
“Long night?” he asks.
“You could say that.”
I take a sip.
The burn barely registers.
Rev and the others settle at a nearby table, already arguing about something I’m not listening to.
