Fourth Debt (Indebted #5)(44)

A gun would’ve solved my problems, but the noise and lack of experience in aiming could potentially be my downfall.

All opportunities led to one conclusion…I had to be quick and quiet. I had to be ruthless. And it had to look like an accident or remain hidden long enough to steal three lives before I was slaughtered in retribution.

I can’t kill Bonnie.

Not yet. It had to be Daniel or Cut first…then her.

She’ll be my last.

“You better go. I doubt she’ll make allowances for lateness even if you haven’t written her on your social calendar.” Flaw’s voice dripped with sarcasm. “New day. New psychological plague to administer.”

I narrowed my gaze. “Ha-ha. Not funny.”

Taking a deep breath, I placed my cell-phone on the end of the bed. “I guess I have no choice.” Spinning to face him, I gathered my long hair and secured it in a messy ponytail with an elastic band from my wrist. “Did she say why at least?”

“Do I look like I have tea and crumpets with the f*cking woman?” Flaw rolled his eyes. “All I was told was to get you.” He held up his hands. “And no, I don’t have insider knowledge like I did with the lawyers. This time, you’re on your own.”

His eyes skated down my white jumper with a filigree seahorse and denim skirt. “I, eh…don’t have to tell you what happened a few days ago has to remain secret…no matter what she, eh…does?”

My heart spiralled into a tailspin. “What are you saying? She’ll torture me?”

I was no stranger to pain but deliberate extraction of information through agony? How long can I endure something like that?

He stiffened. “If she knew you had something you weren’t telling…I wouldn’t put it past her.” Coming closer, the strain around his mouth and eyes was prevalent.

I’m not the only one not sleeping.

“I don’t need to tell you how—”

“How important it is that those who shall not be named remain dead? Yes, I understand.” I placed my hand on his arm. “I won’t tattle. What you did to help them has firmly earned my loyalty. My lips are sealed.”

The air in the room turned heavy with seriousness. “I’d understand if she did something to make you tell.”

I blanched. “You think I’ll crack? I’m in love with him. There’s no way in hell I would jeopardise their lives.”

His shoulders slumped. “Okay. Sorry for pushing. My neck’s on the line, too.”

I dropped my touch. “I know. You’ve gone above and beyond…only…”

My forehead furrowed. Details were often the crux of impending ruin. Flaw and Jaz had freed them, but now Jethro and Kes were in the hands of doctors, nurses, and people who would talk.

“Only what?” Flaw prompted.

“How did you do it?”

He pursed his lips. “Do what?”

I lowered my voice to a whisper. “Get them to the basement. How—”

“Easy.” He ran a hand through his hair, wincing at memories. “Don’t suppose you know how many secrets live on the estate. How many animals exist—all bred for different purposes.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you’ve seen the pheasants for shooting, horses for riding, dogs for hunting. But I doubt you’ll have seen the pigs.”

I took a step back. “Pigs?”

“Pigs are an excellent way to dispose of things you never want found again.”

My mouth hung open. “Excuse me?” In the months I’d lived in Hawksridge, I hadn’t seen a single pig. “Where?”

“They’re hidden over the chase. Having a few pigs and not a pig farm can be suspicious these days, thanks to the recent mobster movies, serving shall we say ‘alternative food.’”

I wrung my hands. “You’re saying Cut feeds his enemies as food to his pigs?” My gullet churned, wanting to evict all knowledge of this conversation. “Shit, he’s barbaric.”

Worse than that—he has sewage for a soul.

Flaw raised an eyebrow, neither confirming nor denying it. “Whatever you think, it’s smart business.” His voice lowered to a sepulchral whisper. “Anyway, Cut asked me to get rid of their bodies. Only, Kes and Jethro had already come to me first. They knew something like this might happen. After all, they’ve been playing with their lives for months. We’d all agreed that I would remain in Cut’s good graces and do what I could to give them a second chance.”

I kept my voice quiet—hidden from microphones trying to record our treason. “But how did he not notice they were still alive?”

He frowned. “What do you mean?”

Pacing away, I scowled. “Didn’t he ask if they were dead? Didn’t he get on his knees and see for himself if he’d killed his sons?” Even asking those questions turned my saliva into a sickly paste. How could a father not even stand over his children and say a prayer or goodbye? How could he just pass off their remains to a servant without a backward glance?

A monster, that’s who.

Flaw grinned, a calculating glint in his eyes. “Aren’t you glad he didn’t? If he had, the outcome of this would’ve been entirely different.”