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“Get it done. Sooner rather than later.”
There weren’t many people who wanted to be in contact with me. Aside from people who needed someone dead, I wasn’t that well-liked. I was feared, and that fear brought me satisfaction. However, with enough encouragement, the right person would talk.
The black market was in full swing this time of the year. Stolen gold, high-quality jewelry, and rare paintings were being auctioned off to the highest bidder.
It was an illegal auction house that opened once every six months, and, luckily for me, it was next week. Through some digging, I’d found a man who supposedly knew The Rapscallion personally.
Tobias Gilbert.
A retired dirty cop. He’d earned a lot of money during his active years. Half was from receiving bribery, the other half was from stealing. Once the situation came to light, due to lack of evidence, he couldn’t be arrested. Instead of losing his honor as a police officer and getting fired, he retired at the age of forty-four. The excuse was an injury during an arrest.
His wife had died of cancer over ten years ago, leaving him with two children under twenty. The older one, Maria, had just started university, whilst his son, Theo, was a senior in high school. With help from Ilya, I decided to pay him a visit tonight.
For someone who worked in law enforcement, he sure couldn’t keep his mouth shut. He was a drunken mess and would spill the beans about The Rapscallion frequently. Though most of it seemed to be false information, given that the man in question didn’t react.
In the basement of his house, he was playing poker with a few of his buddies. No one heard me as I slipped inside the house, slowly making my way to the basement. The door was slightly open, enough for me to glance and see how many people.
Only four. It was almost boring how easy it was.
From the picture, I knew that Tobias was the one with a scar on his forehead. I remained silent, unmoving, for a few minutes. The men, as if they had no worries in the world, laughed and drank more beer than they should. Cans upon cans were on the floor, and a cloak of smoke filled the room. Lord knew how many cigarettes they’d smoked in the past hour.
“Good evening, gentleman.” I grinned widely as I stepped into the room.
Startled, they paused what they were doing and turned to me. Not a single bastard was armed, and I took the opportunity to kill the three people that were irrelevant. Shots echoing in the room as their dead bodies fell to the floor with a thud was enough to cause Tobias to squirm like a fish out of water.
“Who are you? What do you want?” Tobias tried to remain calm, but his voice broke. With a chuckle and a few steps forward, I whisked out my phone, ready to use it.
“I need information.”
It seemed as if the severity of the situation hadn’t dawned on him yet. “What information?”
“Everything you know about The Rapscallion.”
His eyes widened, yet his mouth was pulled into a thin line. Evidently, he feared him more than me. It was a disadvantage I’d counted on, which was why Ilya’s help was very much appreciated.
Slowly, whilst pointing the gun at him, I scrolled through my phone. Ilya had sent me a picture of his children, both gagged and tied to a chair with some fake blood on them. They were just kids who didn’t choose this bastard of a father, and Ilya wasn’t going to hurt them.
But Tobias didn’t know that.
The moment I showed him the picture, his demeanor changed. The boldness, albeit fake, was gone. It was replaced by true fear. “I don’t know him!”
I rolled my eyes. “Try again if you want your children to continue breathing.”
“I swear!” he stuttered. “I never saw his face. I only met him twice at the auction. Since the seating arrangement was always the same, we were sitting next to each other both times. He always had a mask on!”
I hummed. “Tell me the details of your meetings, including when and how it happened. What you talked about. I need your invitation for the auction. The seat number, too.”
He snapped his eyes shut. Tobias wasn’t a stupid man by any means, which meant he was aware of the future he had. In approximately eight days, this man would die at the hands of The Rapscallion for revealing information about him. If, by any chance, The Rapscallion wasn’t interested in Tobias, the owners of the auction house would be.
“If I tell you...” He swallowed harshly. “He will kill me.”
“If you don’t tell me, I’ll kill your children.”
It took the motherfucker longer to respond than I’d expected. He was still being quiet, yet all that was on his face was regret. He was aware that he wouldn’t live long enough to hug his children again. Damn, another deadbeat father.
“We… never talked much. Mostly it was about the auctioned pieces. He was never interested in jewelry or anything like that, just some paintings. Those paintings were by an unknown artist, yet he was collecting them. He always wore a fox mask. Fourth row on the right, seat twenty-six.”
“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” I grinned and took a few more steps towards him. “Your kids will be let go as soon as the auction is over.”
