Book TRK
Chapter 35 (Beggar)
Chapter 35 (Beggar)
The place is dead, and the sun is shining at its highest peak.
We've been here at the river for the past hour.
After got off the phone five minutes ago, “So you ready to take down a chick.”
After just finished debriefing me on the conversation she had with Mercy.
We are now searching for a twenty-seven-year-old woman who is a killer, drugged with some heavy
scientist shit that made her bat-shit crazy.
After said we need to kill first when we spot her.
“I'm not killing her, I'm finding Stacy, you can kill her,” I tell After as I walk slowly along the river keeping
my eyes open.
“Why do I have to do all the fucking killing, it gets annoying after a while.”
“You should ask River,” I suggest.
My foot catches on something that isn't pebbles or rock and I stop, take a step back, bend to my Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.
haunches and move the sand a bit so see what it is.
“Fuck it, I think I will do just that, I'm going to be here for a while, not ready to go back on the road just
yet, might as well get that fucker to do something for me for a change,” She says as I lift the
handkerchief and dangle it in the air.
I give it a small sniff.
“There are chemicals on this,” I say to After.
Her leather-covered legs bend down next to me as she grabs the cloth also giving it a quick whiff.
“Love the smell of that shit, great work, let's check further down the trail,” She orders walking ahead of
me and putting the evidence in one of the clear packets we took from the house.
Both of us spin around at the sudden crunch of boots rushing toward us.
“Wasn't expecting your ass so late.” After announces as I just stare mutely at the tall rough man
walking towards us with an angry scowl.
I wasn't expecting him here at all. Zero and I in a space is something I have avoided at all cost.
Today is twice in one day that he has showed up. Cramping my style.
I touch my covered neck and slip my hood on before I ignore his presence, turn around, and walk to the
trees further down.
“Just heard about Harlow, haven't seen that bitch since I went in for training, shit luck for her that she's
hunted by her own sister,” After voices out.
“Here, catch, we going to have to keep her at the clubhouse 'till we find her sister. River's gonna take
Hannah and Jo away for a few days. Get them safe, maybe to Houston,” Zero informs After as a sound
of a can pop open.
I hear their voices and feet close behind me but I maintain my distance.
“Tell em they can stay at my place, it's empty and Jo can use the jungle gym,” After tells Zero.
“Is there any particular reason why you got your hood on?” Zero asks in that mock tone of his and I
know the question is meant for me but I choose to ignore him.
“I got you a coke, Amariya.” He says my name knowing it will rile me up because he and everyone in
the clubhouse have seen me get pissed off with Killer when he uses my name.
“Leave my chick alone, she's on a roll,” I hear After telling Zero and a small smile creeps in as I carry
on walking toward the trees.
Maybe she isn't so bad.
The red bead on the grass almost goes unnoticed as I step into the small forest of trees. After is the
one who picks it up with a tissue in her hand.
Zero steps forward and my eyes take in his cut, and the snake eyes on his back feel like they're staring
daggers at me. While the pistol reminds me of all the deaths I have to my name.
“I don't think she's here, if the lady is crazy chances are Stacy Ferns is already cold,” I inform both of
them.
It is a hard truth, but that is how fucked up life is.
“Think you're right, Thing is, if she is looking for her sister why keep kidnapping and killing other girls.
Something isn't adding up, when the old test subjects got fucked they were still sane to an extent that
they knew what they were doing. Do you remember Leslie?” Zero spins to get After's attention and I
watch as her face scrunches up as she nods.
I remain silent and just listen.
“When he found out The Ghost was taking them out he tried to set a trap, though it was a piss poor
attempt, thing is the fucker still had enough reasoning in his mind left to think of it,” After points out.
“Didn't you say they all had the public pool in common? Her sister works there doesn't she?” I ask After
as Zero turns to face me, considering he was standing a few feet from me with his back to my face he
is now really close and I retreat a step or two away.
“Yeah, one of the girl's body was found there,” Zero answers with that frown he gets, and the deep
wrinkle now prominent on his forehead.
“Do you think maybe she doesn't remember what her sister looks like and these girls have similar
qualities?” I suggest.
Zero's face brightens and fuck he looks a fuck load less scary when he does it. His harsh features
promising things I know he could deliver.
“Of course she wouldn't Harlow was dressed as a nun, her glasses covered most of her face, her
clothes blocked her body and she's short, which makes it easy to blend in.” He throws me the can of
coke and I catch it, which isn't hard considering he is standing right in front of me.
I pop the clip and take a long drink. The gas is welcomed and the coldness too.
It is fucking hot today and I am stuck in a long polar neck and a leather hooded jacket that Killer
insisted I wear, and I didn't dare say shit, knowing I already pushed my luck with him when I fought with
him to get my ass here.