“With you?” he asks, eyebrows almost reaching his hairline.
I shrug as we sit down and eat our food. “Well, yeah. Why not? I think we can find someone we like that needs to die and use it on them.”
“Someone on your and Lucian’s list?”
I shrug my shoulders, then bite into a burger almost as big as my head. When I swallow, I say, “Maybe. Lucian has to do some research on those kills. Some we found pretty easily; some he only knew their first names and wasn’t able to get a bead on them. So, it might take longer if we wait on that list.”
“When you do,” he says, “can I go with you two? I’ve never watched anyone work before. Well, besides you.”
My cheeks warm as I think about what happened in the alley after he saw me work. Maybe I’ll get that same treatment every time we commit a kill together.
I mean, if Lucian wouldn’t mind. He’d leave us alone so Menace could fuck me senseless.
After Lucian heard our carrying-on the other night, I’d filled him in on who Menace was and what he did—with Menace’s permission, of course.
Lucian’s eyes were wide the entire time I told him, and he giggled behind his hand when I showed him the crime scene photos of Menace’s latest kill.
“Shit,” he said, zooming in the photo of Denton’s entire body so he can see the destruction Menace wrought to his face and head. “He’s certifiable.” Then he gave me a side hug with a wide grin on his face. “Looks like you hit the jackpot with him.”
Yeah, looks like I did.
Popping a fry into my mouth, I answer Menace’s question. “I don’t think Lu will have an issue with that, but I’ll ask him to be sure.”
“You said he has issues hunting people down? I can help. Over the years, I’ve found discreet people that can help me find anyone and I pay them handsomely for their silence. Just say the word and I’ll get him in touch with my best guys.”
Could he be any more perfect?
“He doesn’t have last names or even real first names for some of them. Some were kids in some of the homes he was placed in. Some were adults he only met a handful of times.”
Menace grins widely, showing all of his teeth. “I know just the man for that. Sometimes, it’s good to be rich.”
“I can imagine,” I mutter. “Lucian did find someone that pinged his radar that he wants to get rid of in the next few weeks. He has to do a bit more research to get his routine down, then it’s a go. I’ll ask if he’s willing to let you tag along.”
“Thanks.”
We alternate between eating and throwing, cheering when we hit the target. Menace is a lot better than me, his aim impeccable. It’s only a matter of time before his target is all exposed wood and chips littering the floor.
I manage to hit the bull's-eye, but not like he does.
Huffing, I say, “No fair. You have more training than I do.”
He raises an eyebrow, a smirk on his face. “At throwing axes? I might have weird hobbies, but that’s not one of them.”
“Weird hobbies, huh? Tell me more.”
“Not really weird, but…different. Like I enjoy going to antique shows.”
I shoot him what I know is a crazy look. “What?”
He lifts one shoulder in embarrassment. “Yeah, I like the really old stuff. They usually have interesting stories behind them. And the people that run the antique shows know all of them.”
I didn’t expect that at all. Looking at Menace, I’d expect him to be into things like fast cars and high-adrenaline activities. I never would have expected him to want to hear stories of old artifacts in some stuffy house or museum.
“How did you get into that?” I ask, curious.
“I was stalking this guy that put his wife in a coma after he nearly beat her to death. He was out on bail.” Menace scoffs.
Yeah, the justice system is shit; it’s one of the reasons Lucian and I have started taking people out like we have. He reported his abuse after he left every home he was in, but they said since it was one kid’s word against about a dozen people, Lu was just crying wolf.
