Consumed - Page 132

Seconds for the keys to fall and hit the floor.

Seconds for him to be out cold.

Colt dragged him to the chair, leaving Caleb to search his pockets and grab a set of cuffs he used to secure the agent’s wrists behind the chair. Now all we had to do was wait for him to wake. He slowly opened his eyes, his head rolling to the back until Caleb cleared his throat.

“Who’s there?” Bremmer snapped his head upwards, seeking us in the dark.

Caleb stepped closer. “The names beside your printer. Why do you have those?”

“Who the fuck are you?”

“It doesn’t matter. The names…why do you have them?”

He scowled. “Do you know who I am? What kind of trouble you’re in just by breaking into my goddamn home?”

“The kind of trouble that won’t see the light of day if you’re dead.” I said slowly, stepping forward. “Will it, Bremmer?”

“The Priest?” He stared at me. “You? You’re behind this?”

I reached around and pulled the gun free. “Are they Hale’s partners? Men who are involved with The Order? Is that your job now? Covering the tracks and hiding men who buy and abuse those women?”

“Fuck you.”

Fuck me?

I stilled, rage burning in the pit of my belly. Flashes of that room at the rectory rose to the surface. Blood…so much blood.

Are you ready to hunt now, Priest?

The moment those words filled me, I lunged, grabbed his shirt, and shoved him backwards so hard the chair rocked on two legs. “I don’t think you understand who you’re dealing with here.” His eyes widened as the surge of rage fought against the need to keep the bastard alive.

“You kill me and the entire FBI will be on your doorstep.”

“Not if they don’t find the body.” I snarled. “Besides, this whole fucking place stinks of corruption. I think the FBI will be quick to close this as a missing person. Look how fast they shut down the attack at the warehouse. Was that you? It reeks like you.”

He shook his head.

“Names,” Caleb prodded. “You lie and we’ll find out.”

“They’ll kill me.”

I dragged him closer. “How does it feel to have a gun pressed against your head?”

His shook his, his eyes wide. There was no Hale now. No big names to keep him safe. I pulled backwards, leaving his chair to drop back to the ground.

“Here is how this is going to go.” Caleb stepped closer. “You will provide us with the names and details of the men you’re paid to keep clean. At any time we feel you’ve betrayed us, you're a dead man. Nod, so we know you’ve heard us.”

His lips curled into a sneer. Hate raged in his eyes.

I released my hold and stepped backwards.

“Nod.” Colt growled a deep, animalistic rattle in the back of his throat.

A sound that’d terrify anyone.

Bremmer gave a slow nod.

“Good,” Caleb turned. “We’ll be in touch, Agent Bremmer. Oh, and one more thing.” He stopped. “We so much as feel you’re following us again, and we’ll take it as a direct attack. Do you understand what I’m saying?”