"Tempting as that is, no," I said. "I haven't found any evidence of wrongdoing, apart from pushing her into that marriage. They seemed to be absent for the most part. Busy traveling the world, going to parties, shit like that."
"They probably still deserve to have their throats cut," he said.
"If you're not careful, I'll start to think you care," I teased.
He snorted. "Hardly. I hate assholes, that's all."
"Me too," I said. "I'll keep an eye on them. If I find anything to suggest they hurt her or anyone else, you can make them bleed."
"Hell yeah," he said, punching the air.
"This is it," Leif was saying from up ahead. He pulled out his set of keys to unlock the door that led down to the basement. Flipping on the switch, he started inside. Sable followed.
"I still think this is a bad idea," Woody said.
"Noted." I gestured for him to go first, and closed the door behind us, making sure it was locked.
We didn't need anyone to get curious and wander off the street, wondering what we were doing inside. You know what they say about curiosity killing. I didn't want to have to end the life of someone innocent but nosy.
"This is very lair-like," Sable said, glancing around as we passed through a corridor and down a set of stairs.
"I keep my Batman costume in a room off to the side," Leif said jokingly.
Woody grunted a laugh. "As if you're fucking Batman."
Leif turned around. "Why can't I be?"
"For one thing, you're not rich enough," Woody said. "Batman was a billionaire."
"I might be an aspiring billionaire," Leif said with a shrug. He turned away and showed Sable the room at the end of the corridor.
Bob lay on a table in the centre. The blood on his throat was now dry. His skin already waxy.
"This is where we deal with the remains," Leif said. "You might not want to watch that bit."
I leaned against the wall while he showed her the incinerator and a room where we kept our knives and other implements. Sometimes we needed something bigger than a small switchblade.
For some reason, Woody insisted on a chainsaw, which hung off the wall. To my knowledge, he'd never used it, not to kill anyone anyway.
Leif had a space for a rocket launcher, but it was empty and would probably stay that way. What the hell would we do with a rocket launcher anyway? I suspected it was his fantasy, that was all. Since the space wasn't needed for anything else, it was easy enough to indulge him.
Mostly the room contained knives and guns.
"You know how to use all of these things?" Sable asked, turning a slow circle as she looked at them all.
"I know how to useallthe weapons," Woody said, clearly not just referring to the ones in this room. He was about as subtle as the chainsaw.
She smirked at him. "If you say so."
"I do say so," Woody said. "You weren't complaining when I was fucking your mouth."
"I was a bit too busy to talk," she said. She picked up a knife from one of the shelves and held it up in front of her, letting the light glint off the blade.
"We can teach you how to use them if you want," I offered.
"We could practice on Woody," Leif said cheerfully.
Woody flipped him off. "I volunteer Leif as a tribute."
