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Damn, this baby had some speed.
Unfortunately, I slowed down as we rounded the corner and Liv’s condo came into view. I deceleratedto a painstakingly steady creep with the car rolling forward, and I parked tucked away in the darkness as children walked on the sidewalk. I cut the music as we sat across the street, and I peered into my side door mirror. My scream mask stared back at me. The stabby slasher mask was a frightening sight alongside a skulled disguised monster—both up to no good. We slouched in our seats, watched, waited, and we were ready for our plan to take action.
But an hour passed.
We were on standby as I contemplated breaking the damn door down, fully prepared to drag the fucker out on his ass and screw some shit up. Forget our idea and let’s…
Surprisingly, to my most delighted shock, the juice-head we had been waiting for walked out the door. He peered down at his cell phone and extended his arm out in front of him. A loud whistle sounded from his pressed mouth as he hailed down a taxicab.
“Follow him,” Saint grumbled from beside me, full of anger.
“It would be my pleasure.”
Thirty-One
Her Phantom
Sin
We followed Sebastian to the older side of downtown. Where the crime rate was high and dirty shit went down. A place where he didn’t fit in, and I wondered what he was up to.
No kids walked down the streets, but they weren’t empty either. Homeless roamed, hookers were getting stoned, and pimps drove in flashy vehicles. Expensive ones like ours so we blended in, but it was a goddamn mess down here.
Without warning, the cab jerked to a stop. I watched as gas fumes coated the dark night on the other side of the street and the hormone-induced donkey got out of the taxi. He threw his arms up and tossed some money at the driver. The door slammed shut, and the cabbie gave Sebastian the middle finger.
“Jesus. The asshole causes havoc wherever he goes,” Saint mumbled beside me as Sebastian pounded a fist down onto the roof of the cab and it took off.
Its tires squealed, but Sebastian couldn’t care less. He turned his short, broad frame toward the alleyway. Dim lighting shone down on it, but he walked into the dark. Bastard will be sorry he did.
“A-hm, ha-hm, ha-hm…” I hummed as I turned off the car and got out.
Saint hummed along as he exited the car and fell in step beside me. “A-hm, ha-hm, ha-hm…”
We were night crawlers in action, stalking our mark—an egotistical jerk-off who feared nothing as he walked toward his fate and into a crime infested corridor. But he’d soon experience terror from us.
Saint and I wandered from the edge of the alleyway, spying from behind a brick wall. Sebastian met with a highly suspicious character wearing a black hoodie. Tattoos littered his hands as he passed him some pills in a plastic bag, and Sebastian handed him a wad of cash.
I knew it.
The donkey does roids. He pumped himself full of pills and didn’t pump weights at the gym. The asshole was a blown-up balloon full of hot air and we’d pop his ego flat.
The drug dealer made the exchange and left our prey with his illegal substance. The man with the hood over his head paid no attention to us as he strode out of the alley and down the sidewalk. Dollar bills circulated in his pea-sized brain until he met up for his next deal. Hopefully, a big drug bust.
Sebastian was too busy popping his pills as we came out of hiding and blocked the way he came. Saint stood beside me, and we locked our eyes straight ahead on our target. His drug addiction consumed the idiot. Time to gather his full attention with our favorite song.
I sang in a low unrecognizable tune, “A-hunting we will go, a-hunting we will go…”
Finally, the fucker looked up. He didn’t even hide his pills, and within the dim lighting, I could see beads of sweat forming on his forehead. Good. He was nervous.
“What the fuck do you want?” Sebastian asked.
But we didn’t answer and took one step forward.
“What do you want? Candy?” Sebastian questioned in annoyance and stepped toward us. “Well, I don’t have any! Now get lost!”
Saint glanced over at me and crooned, “heigh-ho, the derry-o—”
“Get the fuck out of my way, you lunatics!”
