Page 80 of Carnage
“I am.”
“Hey, Carn.” Colson pauses the movie. “We’re on our second movie.”
“I gotta shower and change.”
“How did it go?” Rue asks, kneeling on the couch.
“Do you really want to know?”
He nods. “Yes.”
I approach and plop down in a leather chair across from the sofa. “It was awesome. He had no security and he was completely alone.”
“What did he do wrong? Do you know?”
Nodding, I drag my hand through my unruly hair. “Kid porn. He funded a lot of it.”
Rue scrunches his nose. “Gross.”
“Very. He offered me money, of course. They always do. Anything to save their asses, but there’s no rescue when I’m in the room.”
“What did you do to him?” He glances at my hands. “You beat him up again?”
“At first, just as an appetizer.”
Colson huffs a laugh. “What was the main course?”
“My knife. I made him bleed out. Slashed his neck and his wrists.”
I watch Rue’s face carefully to see his reaction, but he just seems interested. “Did it hurt him?”
“Yes. He was terrified when he realized he was gonna die. That’s my favorite part. When they know they’re dying and that they won’t walk away from what they’ve done. He thought his money was enough to buy him a free pass. It wasn’t.”
“That’s so badass,” Rue whispers, biting his bottom lip. “You made him suffer.”
“I always make them suffer. It’s kind of my thing.”
“What about Specter?” Rue asks Colson. “What’s he like?”
“Terrifying,” Colson says, “but in a different way. He uses a gun, but his jobs usually require more research and hunting.”
“That’s him and Wraith,” I say. “Ghost and Phantom do quick hits, but their targets are easier to find than the ones Specter and Wraith get.”
“And Nimble?” Rue asks.
“His hits are efficient and deadly. He’ll shoot someone in a public place and no one will even know it happened. We should’ve called him Sniper, but we have too many S names as it is.”
Rue chuckles. “And Stealth?”
“They never see it coming with him. Whisper is whatever mood strikes him at the time. He’s creative but subdued. Not like me at all. When I’m done, forensics has a field day.”
“How do you not leave evidence behind?”
I shrug. “I don’t touch a lot of things, but it also depends on the job and who’s behind it. Sometimes the people who are investigating are influenced by the client who hired us. Sometimes the person who died is such a piece of shit that no one cares to dig in too deeply. That’s really Shadow’s deal.”
“What does Boone do?”
“He doesn’t take hits. He’s our behind-the-scenes guy; works closely with Shadow and Whisper on new tech and shit like that.”
