I can’t stop laughing, but then the jagged sound waves start to shift into a snake, and I scream, “Get it out! Get it out!”
“Drive faster.”
Chapter 39
Torren
Doctor Franklin.
Real name: Henry Franklin Casmire.
Graduated from Harvard Medical School in 1995.
Formerly a board-certified psychiatrist until he was caught embezzling money from the state of New Jersey in 2023.
Jobless until he was hired by Hargrove in December of 2024.
Body will soon be donated to science if he doesn’t start answering questions.
Doctor Franklin squirms in his chair, tied at the wrists and ankles, blood pouring from the gash on his head. He’s a tough cookie to crack, but the cattle prod in Tobias’s hands might do the trick.
“Ah! P-please, I don’t know anything!”
Tobias pokes him again, and Doctor Franklin pisses himself. “Alright! Alright, please j-just stop.”
I step forward, crouching so that I’m eye-level. “What were you giving him?”
He looks at me with fear in his eyes. The smell of piss permeates the air, and his sniffling is getting on my nerves. “What were you giving him?”
He says nothing.
“Zap him.”
“No! It’s Agent B-B-B BZ.”
I turn to Elias, who shrugs. “What the fuck is that?” I ask.
“It was invented by the US in the 1960s. It was supposed to incapacitate enemy soldiers, but it was discontinued because it caused delirium and hallucinations.”
I grab him by the collar. “Why were you giving it to him?”
“It was for the wife. Hargrove wanted her out of the way. I-I don’t know why, I just took the money. He wanted to have her committed, but she…”
His voice trails off. “And you gave it to Felix, too.”
The sniveling fool snots all over his face. His eyes flash to the men behind me, as if any of them would help this piece of shit. I release his collar and pull out my gun and hold it to his head. “Where is he?”
“He was at their home on Mulberry Street,” he cries.
“Cops looked in there today. The place is empty.” Mac’s been stationed here at the club, listening to the scanners and communicating with men in the field.
I pull the safety lever, and Franklin howls at the sound of the click. “Where. Is. He?”
“P-p-please! I don’t know!”
“You have 3 seconds.”
“No! No!”
