I leaned in close, my lips almost touching his ear. 31. I whispered. Mason froze. He went rigid as a statue. The cigarette fell from his fingers. He slowly turned his head. His eyes were wide, bloodshot, filled with a primal terror. He recognized me instantly. Hunter, he stammered. I I didn’t get in the alley, I said. I didn’t show a weapon. I didn’t have to.
The look in my eyes was the weapon. No, I can’t. I I grabbed his wrist. I didn’t squeeze hard, just enough to let him feel the pressure point. I twisted. he gasped, dropping to one knee. We need to talk about your sister, I said softly. And you’re going to tell me everything or I’m going to start counting.
Mason looked around for help, but the street was empty. He looked at me and he saw his death. He nodded, tears instantly springing to his eyes. I pulled him into the darkness of the alley. The hunt had officially begun. The alley was narrow, smelling of wet cardboard and old grease.
