Page 39 of Wraith
Chapter Thirty-Seven
“If you would have cometo me, I would have sent Wraith and we wouldn’t be in this fucking mess!” Roman yells at Rodney making the chubby little man shake in his overly tightsuit.
“If the flash drive hadn’t been encrypted, I wouldn’t have had to hire someone to de-crypt it!” Rodney yells paling instantly as Roman stands from his chair. Even in his pudgy state the man still towers overRodney.
“I encrypted it in case it fell into the wrong hands. How was I supposed to know you would fuck up and hire the wrong person to get your names?” I break in, defending myactions.
“Enough! What the problem here is that we no longer have the fucking list and it is somewhere out there, just floating in the wind. Waiting to be picked up by someone who knows how to crack it,” Roman barks out to the both of us, only I don’t care. His words don’t register. My name may be on that list but I don’t give ashit.
“The little fucker skipped town and I had their guy go after him. How was I supposed to know he would kill him before getting the stick?” Roman’s hand comes down hard onto thetable.
“You. Call. Me!” he shouts, pulling his gun from beneath his desk, pointing it right at Rodney’s face. Instantly he starts begging for his life but Roman doesn’t listen. Instead he sends a bullet right through Rodney’s balding head, making his tubby carcass fall to the floor in a sickening slump. “Fuck!” Roman is still pissed, now getting from his chair to come around a give Rodney’s dead head a swift kick to his temple. The stench of blood and shit starts to fill the space of the stale office so I take my phone from my pocket to call for hands to lift tubby from the floor and dispose of him. “Did you wipe the computer clean?” Roman focuses back onme.
I nod. “Yes, as you instructed. There was only the one list.” Every fucking son of a bitch Roman ever shook hands with, every woman and child he sold, every dime he made. Right there on that flash drive. Theonlyfuckingcopy.
“Fuck!” he yells again, kicking at Rodney’s body once more. “Get this trash out of here,” he growls before stomping out of the office leaving me with the dead, already stinking, body. I leave after that, too, knowing there are three men coming down to haul him away. I go downstairs to the one place I find to be the safest—the basement. I go to my cell and shut the door behind me, taking out the brick that holds my burner phone. There are no new messages but I didn’t expect to find anything, instead I run through the app and pull up the tracker I embedded into the file that was uploaded to the flash drive I gave to Rodney. The software is genius, every time the list is opened the location will pop up on the phone. Some high tech shit I know nothing about but paid a very hefty price for.Thank you, Doyle. Roman and the child rapists are going down, I just need to bide my time. Someone will open the list, and when that someone does, I will be there, ready to guide them down the right path. The one that will send each and every prick dick straight tojail.
Little did I know that fucking list was going to cause a whole shit storm that wouldn’t start until years later. By then I was so deep into being Wraith that I could barely remember who I had been to startwith.
