Page 60 of Psycho

“Nothing, nothing,” the other man spoke with a shrug. “Ed just has a certain flair, I guess—”

“Do you want me to stick him in the kitchen then? I assumed he would rather work side by side with your Butcher and your Angel Maker.”

“Hey,” the man in the chair hissed, “the fucking ginger is not mine.”

Travis’s chest let out an annoyed rumble. “You’ve already met Markus,” he said. “That other one is Lincoln.”

“Both your brothers?” I asked quietly as Markus and Lincoln argued. Their looks were similar, both the tall, dark, and handsome type. Travis was the only one with piercing blue eyes. The rest of their stares were dark.

“Yes,” Travis spoke.

I nodded, having figured it already. Travis had never spoken of Lincoln before, but Markus he’d been trying to get over here for a month now. My feet drew me towards them. Both Markus and Lincoln stopped bickering to look at me. Declan and Travis were behind me. With Will hopefully safe at his apartment and Sawyer in rehab, this was the team I’d have. This was the group I’d use to get Ray.

I knew I had dried blood on me, knew I should go upstairs and wash it off, but I didn’t. I simply addressed the four men around me, asking the one thing I had on my mind, the one question I sought to get an answer for: “So…how do we catch a psycho?”

Catch. Kill. Same thing.