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There were no cars in the driveway. Rothbart likely wasn’t home yet.
“I don’t see any vehicles. It’s probably fine to use the front door.”
“You don’t want the element of surprise.”
“The hag will be expecting us, I’d imagine.”
“Why do you say that?”
“They were expecting me all along.”
“Yeah, because they had your girl.”
Ollie calling Cat my girl was nice, but I kept the smile off my face.
“Wait, did they know who you were?” he asked, his mouth facing me while his beady eyes checked out each window of the house.
No one would see us, and not because I suspected the hag to have shitty eyesight, but because we stuck to the tree line, rushing behind the sparse collective of trunks, hiding and blending into the darkness, thanks to our clothing colors.
“Yeah, but they knew who I was before I took down my hood.”
“How is that even possible?”
“He knew my smell.” I shook my head, realizing how crazy that was.
“What kind of fucked-up fanboy shit is that?”
“They also had Cat here as a punishment to me. They were abusing her on my fucking doorstep the whole time.”
“So, Alerion organized this.” Ollie wasn’t asking.
“Yeah, and no doubt Pencil Dick knows about it, too.”
“Ah, fuck. This cannot be happening.”
“I already removed her tracker and destroyed it, so they won’t know she’s at our place.”
“They could make assumptions, Remi, and they could show up there unannounced.”
“Well, when we get inside, we’ll check if any calls or emails have been made. Maybe Dec can hack the system.”
“He won’t get into Rubbichon’s. I had him try already.”
“When?”
“When emails were sent three weeks ago, and I didn’t want him to find out that you’d massacred half a dozen employees. I asked Dec to try and hack it, but the fucking thing was bulletproof. As horrible as it sounds, I hope he’s busy with his family shit.”
“I hope he’s dead.” I shrugged.
The house towered over us, its shadow making this part of the land darker and more menacing. As if in cahoots with the oppressing building, a dog howled in the distance, making my blood run cold.
Ironically, I heard the feisty bastard, the ringing in my ear taking its hourly three-second break at just the right time.
“I hear a mutt.”
“Don’t worry about it. It sounded small.”
“Yeah, they aren’t any better. Ankle-biting bastards. And now the ringing is back.”
