Page 52 of Torrent’s Treasure

“Leslie disappeared three years ago along with another friend. Both girls were last seen with you. Do you want to amend your answer?” Abby challenged, bringing the pliers close to Jasmine’s face.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Jasmine replied.

“Okay, maybe you need incentive. Teeth, nipples, tongue, or fingernails?” Abby offered.

Her voice, devoid of all emotion and cold, was seriously freaking Torrent out, but he could see why she’d been so successful in her previous career as an FBI agent.

“What?” Jasmine gasped, tears rolling down her cheeks.

“Which would you like me to rip off or out with these pliers? Teeth, nipples, tongue, or fingernails?” Abby pressed.

Jasmine tried to hide her breasts by pulling her arms tight to her body, but she was strapped to the chair. The action only squished her breasts together.

“None!” Jasmine screeched.

“The price of staying alive is either answering my questions or paying with body parts. Those are the rules. I’m sure Eustace and Horace had rules for you too. Was Leslie and her friend a rule you had to follow? Find friends to move into their distribution network to keep your safety for a while?” Abby demanded.

Jasmine nodded quickly.

“What was the rule?” Abby prompted.

“Two every other month,” Jasmine said, gritting her teeth.

“What did you get if you followed the rule?” Abby asked.

“A thousand dollars for each, and I was safe from being sent away for another two months,” Jasmine muttered softly, looking down at the floor.

Torrent wanted to know about when they couldn’t reach Cecilia and Sally at the funeral home.

“What about that big saw I saw?” Torrent interjected.

“Oh, what did you have in mind?” Abby asked, walking close to Torrent.

Torrent whispered what he wanted to know. Abby nodded and walked over to her bag, pulling out a huge saw. She slowly walked back to Jasmine, twirling the saw around.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve cut off body parts with the saw. It’s messy and slow, but effective,” Abby remarked, crouching down to eye level with Jasmine.

“Hmm, where should I start? Are you right- or left-handed?” Abby mused.

“What? Why?” Jasmine screeched, trying to lean away from Abby, though there wasn’t anywhere she could go.

“If you don’t answer my next question honestly, I’m going to cut off one of your hands. I was going to decide whether it would be the one you write with or not, depending on how much you pissed me off with your lack of answering,” Abby threatened.

“No, no, no! I’ll answer anything,” Jasmine begged.

“Do you have a way to shut off signals at the funeral home?” Abby asked.

Jasmine nodded quickly. “Eustace gave me three different jammers to set up so I could shut down communications when needed. One at the funeral home, one at the shop, and one in the clubhouse,” Jasmine babbled.

“Tell him where exactly they are located and how big they are,” Abby ordered, running the dull side of the saw blade down Jasmine’s arm as she spilled the information to Maverick, who immediately left the room.

Abby continued asking questions—some that Torrent could see related to the Grave Prowlers and others that he assumed dealt with the Honey Creek Badgers MC’s quest.

“One last question, then I’ll get you away from the Grave Prowlers MC, and you’ll be safe,” Abby promised, her voice warming. Jasmine seemed to believe her and was nodding her head.

“Cecilia was rescued from a cabin in the woods. How many different cabins do Eustace and Horace have, and are there bodies buried up there?” Abby asked.

“You promise you’ll get me away from the Grave Prowlers and safe if I share,” Jasmine whispered.