"Did that come in already?"
"Yeah, Fritz brought it over earlier and fitted it."
"Sweet."
As they went back to the bedrooms, Butch had to laugh. He was as guilty as Phury when it came to being a metrosexual thread humper. Funny, he hadn't given a shit about his clothes when he'd been a cop. Now that he was with the Brothers, he was working his walk in haute couture and loving it. So, like Phury, he was lucky he fought dirty.
The Brother was fondling yards of fine black wool on a hanger and making appropriate "ahhhing" sounds when V came in.
"Bella's alive."
Butch and Phury whipped their heads around as the suit landed on the floor in a heap.
"Civilian male was abducted from the alley behind Zero-Sum tonight and taken to a place way out in the woods for the purpose of feeding Bella. He saw her. Talked with her. Somehow she let him go."
"Tell me he can find the place again," Butch breathed, aware of a suffocating urgency. And he wasn't the only one on instant alert. Phury looked so intense he didn't seem capable of speech.
"Yeah. He marked his way out, dematerializing two hundred yards at a time until he reached Route 22. He's e-mailing me the trail on a map. Damn smart for a civilian."
Butch ran out to the living room, heading for his coat and the keys to the Escalade. He hadn't taken off his holster, so his Glock was still strapped under his arm.
Except V got between him and the door. "Where you going, my man?"
"Has that map come through your e-mail yet?"
"Stop."
Butch glared at his roommate. "You can't go out during the day. I can. Why the hell should we wait?"
"Cop" - V's voice grew soft - "this is Brotherhood business. You're not going in on this."
Butch stalled. Ah, yes, shut down again.
Sure, he could work around their periphery, do some crime scene analysis, get his gray matter churning over tactical problems. But when the fighting started, the Brothers always kept him off the field.
"Goddamn it, V - "
"No. You're not handling this. Forget it."
It was two hours later before Phury had enough information to go to his twin's room. He figured there was no point in getting Zsadist agitated with a half-story, and it had taken a while for the plan to jell.
When he knocked and there wasn't an answer, he stepped inside and winced. The room was cold as a meat locker.
"Zsadist?"
Z lay on a couple of folded blankets in the far corner, his naked body drawn up tightly against the chill in the room. There was a sumptuous bed not more than ten feet away from him, but it had never been used. Z slept on the floor always, no matter where he had lived.
Phury walked over and knelt down beside his twin. He wasn't going to touch the male, especially when he would be caught unaware. Z was likely to come to on the attack.
My God, Phury thought. Asleep like this, all his anger banked, Z was almost frail.
Hell, take back the almost. Zsadist had always been so damned thin, so terribly lean. Now, though, he was just big bones and veins. When had this happened? Christ, back during Rhage's rythe, they'd all been naked in the Tomb, and Z certainly hadn't looked like a skeleton. That had been only about six weeks ago.
Right before Bella's abduction...
"Zsadist? Wake up, my brother."
Z stirred, black eyes opening slowly. Usually he came awake in a rush and at the slightest noise, but he'd fed, so he was sluggish.
"She's been found," Phury said. "Bella's been found. She was alive as of early this morning."
Z blinked a couple of times, as if he weren't sure whether he was dreaming. Then he hefted his torso off the pallet. His nipple rings caught the light from the hall while he rubbed his face.
"What did you say?" he asked in a gravel voice.
"We have a bead on where Bella is. And confirmation that she's alive."
Z grew more alert, his consciousness moving like a train, gathering speed, creating power with its momentum. With every second the force of him was coming back, the vicious vitality surging until he no longer looked weak at all.
"Where is she?" he demanded.
"In a one-room house in the woods. A civilian male got loose because she helped him escape."
Z sprang to his feet, landing in a lithe punch to the floor. "How do I get to her?"
"The male who escaped e-mailed V the directions. But - "
Z headed for his closet. "Get a map for me."
"It's noontime, my brother."
Z stopped. Abruptly, a blast of cold came out of his body, making the temperature of the room feel balmy. And those black eyes were dangerous as hammer claws when they flashed over his shoulder.
"So send the cop. Send Butch."
"Tohr won't let him - "
"Fuck that! The human goes."
"Zsadist - stop. Think. Butch wouldn't have any backup, and there could be multiple lessers at the location. You want to risk her getting killed in a botched rescue attempt?"
"The cop can handle himself."
"He's good, but he's only a human. We can't send him in there."
Z bared his fangs. "Maybe Tohr is more worried the guy will get pinched and squeal about us on one of their tables."
"Come on, Z, Butch knows shit. He knows a lot of shit about us. So of course that's part of it."
"But if she helped a captive escape, what the hell do you think those lessers are doing to her right now!"
"If a pack of us go at sundown, we're more likely to get her out alive. You know that. We have to wait."
Z stood there naked, breathing deeply, his eyes narrow slits of rank hatred. When he finally spoke, his voice was a nasty growl.
"Tohr better pray to God she's still alive when I find her tonight. Or I will have his f**king head, brother or no brother."
Phury shifted his eyes to the skull on the floor, thinking that Z had already proven how good he was at decapitation.
"Did you hear me, brother?" the male snapped.
Phury nodded. Man, he had a bad feeling about how this was going to play out. He really did.
Chapter Six
As O drove his F-150 truck along Route 22, the waning four-o'clock sun stung his eyes and he felt as if he were hungover. Yeah... along with the headache, he had the same body crawls he used to get after a night of boozing, the little tremors flickering just under his skin like worms.
The long line of regret he was towing behind him also reminded him of his drinking days. Like when he'd woken up next to an ugly woman he despised, but had f**ked anyway. The whole thing was just like that... only much, much worse.
He shifted his hands on the steering wheel. His knuckles were busted open and he knew he had scratches on his neck. As images of the day blinded him, his stomach heaved. He was disgusted by the things he'd done to his woman.
Well, now he was disgusted. When he'd been doing them... he'd been righteous.
Christ, he should have been more careful. She was a living thing, after all... Shit, what if he'd gone too far? Oh, man... He should never have let himself do those things. The trouble was, as soon as he'd seen that she'd freed the male he'd brought her, he'd lost it. Just splintered into shrapnel that had torn right through her.
He lifted his foot from the gas. He wanted to go back and take her out of her pipe and reassure himself that she was still breathing. Except there wasn't enough time before the meeting of the Primes started.
As he stomped on the accelerator, he knew he wouldn't be able to leave her once he saw her anyway, and then the Fore-lesser would come looking for him. And that would be a problem. The persuasion center was a mess. Goddamn it...
O slowed and wrenched the wheel to the right, the truck lurching off Route 22 onto a one-lane dirt road.
Mr. X's cabin, also the Lessening Society's HQ, was smack in the middle of a seventy-five-acre forest, completely isolated. The place was nothing more than a small log setup with a dark green shingled roof and an outbuilding about half the size behind it. As O pulled up, there were seven cars and trucks parked in a loose configuration, all of them domestic, most of them at least four years old.
O walked inside the cabin and saw he was the last to show. Ten other Primes were packed into the shallow interior space, their pale faces grim, their bodies broad and heavy with muscle. These were the Lessening Society's strongest men, the ones who had been in it the longest. O was the only exception when it came to time served. He had just three years since his induction, and none of them liked him because he was new.