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“I found him unattended.”
“He is a person.”
Alcott looks down at his prize then states, “For now.”
“Alcott, no.” I order, but he readjusts the man on his hip, then bends slightly to pick up a bag that I am guessing belongs to the unconscious man or it is another party favor, Alcott has found for himself.
Rolling my eyes I lug McSurry’s dead body over my shoulders and we trudge toward our carriage.
Alcott's party favor awakens somewhere between the banquet hall and the shop. I know because he immediately begins complaining.
“My head,” he groans from the carriage floor. “What have you animals done to me?”
Alcott looks down from the opposite bench.
“Animals?” His tone is insulted.
“You heard me,” the man accuses. Then the carriage runs over a large bump, forcing him to jolt against the carriage floor.
The captive struggles against the rope binding his wrists. “Do you have any idea who I am?”
Alcott considers the question. “No.”
The man’s face reddens as he hollers, “I am a Lord!”
“Still no,” Alcott replies.
I turn toward the window to hide my smile.
The man kicks at the carriage wall. “You cannot treat a man of my standing this way.”
Alcott leans forward, resting his forearms upon his knees. A menacing gleam flashes across his face as his swift movements shift forward, shoving the man’s pocket square into his mouth. “My dear lord, your standing is currently horizontal.”
The man glares at him. Alcott smiles pleasantly, then kicks him in the head. “I suggest becoming accustomed to it.”
The man passes out from the impact.
“Was that really necessary?” I cock an eyebrow at my brother. Alcott shrugs his shoulders. “I need a new body to play with, and he was lugging around this big bag. It probably has expensive items we may sell.”
My nostrils flare as I comb my hand through my hair.
11. Experiments in Bad Judgment - Alcott
The Hell I Overcame
We dispose of McSurry’s body as soon as we get to our shop, collecting his hands and placing them in a black box at our dear master’s request.
“Bloody hell, Alcott, he looked scrawny, but he mus’ be heavy-boned,” Edward says as he struggles to pull the other man, my prized possession, down the hallway.
“Stop whinging, ya bastard, it will all be over soon enough. I needed a new toy to practice some more experiments that have been swimming in my head.” I bend down to lift the man’s legs off the ground and assist my brother. The man was walking around the party in such a pompous fashion, it was hard to not spot him. His aura was oozing with posh arrogance, and he fit my requirements to be a mark of my own.
When he was not conversing with other guests and eating the delicious hors d’oeuvres, he would assess other individuals quietly, though I could tell by the calculated look in his eye he was developing a plan to harm someone that evening. Even though I dislike the pompous lifestyle and lavish parties, I still took it upon myself to abduct this man before he could commit a crime.
He looked very suspicious.
“We can set him on the welding table over in the corner. Properly tie him down, limb by limb. Did you grab the bag he was carrying? It looked heavy. Maybe has a tower of quid stacked in there!” Edward asks of me. Looking over my shoulder, I eye the bag, but before I may make a mental note of my next task, the man begins to wake up.
He wiggles his body to try to release our hands from him, but it only forces us to grip him tighter. Edward and I plop him onto the large metal table, securing rope around each limb.
