"He was stealing from disabled people," Leif said, poking him a little harder. "He offered to help them with daily errands and then took their money. And doing things to them without their ability to consent."
"He deserved the second smile then," I said.
The courts would have dealt with him, but he probably would have gotten off lightly and gone back to doing what he was doing. Scum like him didn't do remorse.
Neither did I.
"I think he deserved to suffer more, but apparently our judge decided to be jury and executioner today." Leif offered me a grin before grabbing the corpse by the ankles and dragging him in the direction of the incinerator.
I shrugged. "I was in a mood."
"That's obvious," Woody said. "I'd be in a mood too if I was about to fuck my whole life up."
"Answer me this," I said. "When you find out how wrong you are, are you going to admit it?"
He tossed the knife back on the table. It landed with a clatter, slid a couple of inches, then stopped.
"Nope," he said. "Even if I'm wrong, warning you is the right thing to do. Either way this goes down, I get to sleep at night."
"You're a prick," I told him.
"Yeah, no shit." He rolled his eyes. "I'm coming to the game on Saturday too. You better tell this woman to keep an eye out for me."
"Don't worry, she will be," I said. "I'll be keeping an eye on both of you."
"I should get out of here." He straightened his jacket. "Some of us have to work in the morning."
"Why does that mean you have to leave?" I asked. "You don't get out of bed before lunchtime."
He grinned. "That's right, you're the idiot who has to work in the morning. Sucks to be you."
"No it doesn't," I said.
All this talk of sucking was making my cock twitch. I could use some tight lips around it right about now. A warm mouth to fuck. A throat to swallow my cum. It had been too long sinceI'd been with anyone. Spending time with Sable reminded me of that.
"If you say so." He smirked and strode out the door, like the arrogant asshole he was.
If he wasn't so good at what we did here, I'd be tempted to tell him not to come back. He was good though; quick, ruthless and discreet. Exactly what we needed.
I might have lied to Sable about having a lair though. The basement of the apartment building I owned and lived in, was close to being one. What did she call me? Judgeman. The Judgeman Cave had a ring to it. Sort of. If I said it out loud, Leif and Woody would laugh their asses off.
Rightly so. The name was ridiculous, but at the same time, as adorable as Sable.
I rubbed my chin and wondered if Woody was right about her being a black widow. I didn't think so. She was either a very good actress or she was sincere.
She honestly seemed sweet and, considering what she'd gone through, naive. Raised in privilege. Sold off in marriage. She'd barely had a chance to live her own life. In a way, she reminded me of my son, Cass. World-weary in some ways, but in others, she'd barely starting to live.
"Little help here," Leif called out.
Right.
I stepped into the other room, grabbed the corpse's wrists and helped Leif to heft him onto the table beside the incinerator.
Leif sliced off his clothes and tossed them in, letting the fire claim them.
I wrinkled my nose at the smell of scorching fabric. I would have liked to donate his clothes to the homeless, but there was too great a potential they could be used as evidence. I'd send more money to the shelters instead.
"Thanks, boss." Leif stepped over to the sink and started to wash his hands.
