Piper’s friend. Another sign of my weakness since he’s stillbreathing. It didn’t take long for me to realize there was no romantic or sexual attraction there, so I let him escape.
Big fucking mistake. The snake doesn’t deserve a friend.
Luckily, I can remedy that right now, and I put my finger to the trigger, keeping the barrel pointed to his stupid face.
“Please,” he gasps. “It’s just Josh.”
Then he raises his hands as if he could possibly pose a threat to me with those useless appendages dangling at his sides.
“I need to tell you something,” he adds.
Fine. I’ll bite.
After all, he’s seen enough of me to realize just how dangerous I am. If he’s come, it’s for a reason.
But it better be a good one, or I’ll blow his head off.
I probably will, anyway.
“You have three seconds. Go.”
“Wait… I…”
“Three.”
“I just need to make sure you won’t hurt Piper if—”
“Two.”
“Okay. Okay. Fine. She’s in trouble!”
Not as much trouble as she’ll be in when I find her.
But I guess that means Josh knows where she is.
Gritting my teeth, I remove my finger from the trigger.
“Where is she?”
“I need to make sure you won’t hurt her if you find her,” blurts out Josh, shaking at how close he’s come to getting shot.
“Sure,” I say.
Lying comes easily to me. After all, Iama psychopath, according to pretty much everyone whose paths I’ve crossed.
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
He exhales in a low shuddering sound, then grips the side of my desk to keep himself from falling.
“By the way, I climbed up from the balcony below,” he says in an apologetic tone, nodding to the open window.
Yeah, I figured. I never bother to lock it. People lock their windows and doors to keep threats out. But nothing could possibly threaten me.
“Where is she?” I ask again, this time with the kind of smooth tone I hope will make him relax a bit and give me the information I need so I can finally blow his brains out.
I even loop my gun back into my belt, because the guy is looking like he’ll shit his pants, and I donotwant to deal with that on top of having to get rid of his body.
