74 - Six Months

Ruin

It’s taken me a few months, but I finally have Edward strung up in the basement. The fucker has been lying low, thinking we’ve forgotten about him. We were notified when he tried to board a plane last night; Ryker’s reach and all that.

“What are you gonna do to him?” Ryker asks as he hands me a glass of bourbon. We’re in his office right now, running over a few contingency plans since the war has escalated.

“Ask him a few questions and hope for his sake that he answers them truthfully,” I say with a shrug of my shoulder. “Maybe Ivan promised him more than riches and the presidency.”

“You don’t seem to be in a hurry with your questioning, since the fucker has been strung up for the last twenty-four hours,” he says with a chuckle as he sips on the amber liquid.

Truth is, I wasn’t. He’s captured and waiting for me to torture him, there’s no rush to kill him just yet.

“I’m taking my time and letting him really marinate in his fear before I go down there again,” I say, downing the a