Page 102 of Aftershock
Fraser doesn’t notice me approaching. He’s on his phone, laughing. He’s fucking laughing while his son is in the hospital.
The hand I have shoved in my sweatshirt pocket clenches around my syringe. My jaw works while I follow him.
When his Mercedes turns into the exit lane leading to the security gates—another blind spot—I force my facial muscles to relax. Fill my lungs with air.
It’s showtime.
“Hey.” I come out of the shadows, rapping on his driver’s side window. “Sir.”
The asshole’s expression twists with disgust, his lips mouthing,I’ll call you backto whoever’s on the phone.
Then he makes the fatal mistake of pressing the brakes and lowering the window. “What?”
“Sorry to bother you.”
He grumbles. I ignore him.
“I just came back from a meeting and can’t find my car.”
At that, his mouth stretches into a wide, obnoxious grin. “A meeting?”
“Yes, I’m here to discuss switching security companies.”
“Is that so?” His eyes light up as if he isn’t drowning in money already. Disgusting.
I nod. “It went well, too, but man, I wish I’d written down where I parked. This place is huge, you know?”
“You bet I do.” A repulsive laugh. “I built it.” He offers me his hand. “Fraser Robinson, founder and CEO of NewFra Cyber.”
“Oh.” While I can’t fake a smile like Fraser, I can fake awe. Eyebrows raised, I shake his hand, then take mine back. “I’m so sorry to bother you. I’ll just go ahead and continue?—”
“Nonsense, get inside.” Mother of all idiots, he’s as predictable as he is repulsive. “I’ll drive you around. You’ll be out of here in no time.”
“No, no, I couldn’t.” But the death grip on my syringe says,yes, I absolutely could. “You must be busy. I’ll be fine.”
“Never too busy for a client.”Clickand the doors are unlocked.
“Phew,” I sigh, as if relieved. “Thanks.”
“You’ll find out soon that at NewFra Cyber, we don’t just promise personal attention, we deliver.”
When he finishes his practiced speech, he rolls up his window and jerks his chin toward the passenger side, signaling for me to get in.
“So, hey,” Fraser says once I slide into my seat and shut the door. “What did you say your name was?”
“I didn’t.”
My hand snaps around one side of his neck. The needle of my syringe sinks deep into the other side.
“What the fuck?” He grabs for my wrist, a feeble attempt to fight me off. “Security! Security!”
They can’t hear him scream. We both know his top-of-the-line Mercedes is built like a vault.
“No one’s coming for you. Now shut up and take it.” I smirk, leaning into him. “Before you do, though, there’s something I need to tell you.”
“What?” he squeaks, the pathetic fuck.
“This is for Steven.” I press the plunger.
