Logan pulledover into a lay-by about a mile from the McKillan pack house, the other SUV pulling in behind them. This particular lay-by went behind a patch of trees before rejoining the road, affording them a little cover.
Michael checked his watch: 11.50pm.
He sent out a mass text.
Michael:Everyone in position?
The replies from the designated leaders came back almost instantly.
All ready.
All in position.
Michael:report in when mission complete.
At eleven fifty-five, they moved out, back onto the road, and drove the remaining distance to what used to be Michael’s home. The familiar turning loomed up ahead, and he clenched his fists.
This was it.
The gates to the driveway were open like they usually were. The pack weren’t aware of the impending threat, and Logan turned onto the drive at eleven fifty-nine. He crawled down the gravelled surface, the crunch under the tyres loud under the wheels. At least to Michael’s ears anyway.
The car was silent.
Michael watched the dashboard clock tick over to midnight and all hell broke loose.
* * *
Isaac cameto with a gasp as ice-cold water hit him in the face. For a split second he forgot where he was, then pain came rushing back with a vengeance, and he groaned, unable to stop it.
“Your fangs are growing back, forcing their way out of your jawbone. It takes about twenty to thirty minutes for them to fully form,” Simon said, sat back in the chair again. “And then I’ll pull them out again and again until you answer my questions.”
“Not... gonna... happen.” Isaac spat blood onto the floor, trying not to look at where his fangs lay, discarded like rubbish.
Simon sighed. “How long do you think you can stay in this state until it starts to affect your mind? Until you can’t concentrate enough to lie? Everyone breaks eventually, Isaac. Why not make it easy on yourself and tell me what I want to know.” He lifted up the syringe he had in his palm. “Then I’ll give you the antidote and make it stop.”
“Go fuck yourself.”
Simon stood, chair screeching on the floor. “This room is fully soundproofed, and the cameras are off.” He leant down to whisper in Isaac’s ear. “The only person who knows that we’ve started the interrogation already is currently lying unconscious on the floor. There’s no one coming to help you.”
A dull thud sounded like distant thunder, and Simon frowned, cocking this head and listening. When there were no other sounds, he shrugged and turned his attention back to Isaac.
Isaac grinned back at him because the clock high up on the far wall had just struck midnight, and unless Isaac didn’t know Michael as well as he thought he did, he had a fairly good idea what that sound was. Simon was a fucking fool to ignore it.
“Do your fucking worst.”
