“The bastard’s safe as houses where he is.”
“In segregation?”
He gives me an evil-looking grin.
I have to stop myself from storming over to Jordan and beating the answer out of him. The guy loves the sound of his voice way too much, but that also means he won’t like being rushed. I force myself to stay where I am, jaw clenching as I give him a dark smile. “Are you going to tell me how I get to him, or do I have to pry it from you with my teeth?”
Raine, from her doorway position, hisses while Jordan chuckles. “You’re hilarious,” he says.
“Glad you think so, but I wasn’t joking.”
“She’s fucking nuts,” Raine growls out. “This is a mistake, Jord, and you know it.”
“Of course, she’s fucking nuts. She’s Adrien’s daughter, for christ’s sake,” he snaps back.
“That’s exactly why you can’t trust her.”
“Shut the fuck up, Raine.”
I wait for Jordan to tell me what I want to know. Their bickering is getting old. Why do I always end up surrounded by teenagers?
“Jordan, stop stalling,” I say to him, eyes narrowed. I’m losing my patience. Any minute now, I’ll give in to the voice in my head to hurt him. And then where will we be?
“Hold your horses. Our assistance doesn’t come free. Your gorilla knew that and was able to give us a USB with a lot of valuable information on it.”
I tilt my head. “Ah, I see, so this is a negotiation?”
He shakes his head. “Nope. I already negotiated with Duke. He agreed to give me what I want, but I need you to agree too.”
“Agree to what?”
He smirks, “To take out the trash once you get to the other side.”
I listen while Jordan tells me who he wants me to kill and why. Bateman is one of the newer orderlies, a transfer from another detention center who has a weakness for young girls strapped to beds who can’t fight him off. Any complaints made against him get ignored. Jordan doesn’t tolerate men in power taking advantage of defenseless, helpless women. And neither do I.
Maybe we’ll get along great.
“You’re forgetting one thing. I’m not on the other side.”
“There’s a one-way ticket into segregation if you know the right buttons to push.”
“I’ve been doing just that.”
He shakes his head. “Nah. You’ve been hurting other residents. That doesn’t count here, or haven’t you noticed? You need to become a danger to yourself, so they’re afraid you’ll top yourself.”
“I can do that.”
“You sure?”
I give him a blank look that makes him laugh.
“Maybe you can,” he says, eyes roving over me. “Although, you don’t look like the kamikaze type.”
“I’ll do whatever it takes,” I say with a shrug.
“Or we can help you get in and out again, and no one needs to know any different.”
Okay, I’ll bite. I cock my head at him. “How?”