“Wait! Wait, Dean! Please!” he begs, one hand up, as if to ward off my advance. He drags himself across the floor as best he can over broken glass. “We’re working for you now, I swear it! Legion too! He chose me because he knows I’d never hurt her either!”
“Like he chose Aaron Hopper.”
“A mistake Legion regrets more than anything.”
“Oh, he’s going to regret ever learning my name.” I mutter, pulling the Glock from my cut and pointing it at Rusty’s head. “Take a good look around you, and ask yourself, why the fuck would I believe a word out of that treacherous mouth?”
“Don’t! I know where he’s taking the girls! He wants me to lead you to them!” Rusty frantically says.
“Tell me where.”
“I – I can’t yet…” he stammers, the fear in his eyes intensifying. His outstretched hand trembling harder still. “We need to wait for his call. Then I lead you to exactly where he is. That’s the plan.”
“The plan to walk me into an ambush and kill the rest of us off?”
He shakes his head wildly. “No. No, you got it all wrong...”
“Certainly, where it came to you.”
“We gotta decide what we’re doing, now.” Viking says, putting his hand on my arm. “Someone had to have called the cops. I say we split up. Only a few of us were here when this shit went down. The rest of us, were on a ride. We all play stupid with the cops, at least until we get the girls back.”
“That’s the only play we’ve got right now.” Viper says. “Ruger and Dozer will stay behind with the prospects. Handle the cops. The rest of us need to get the fuck out of here, now.”
I lower the gun from Rusty’s head. “There are chains in the shop… Toss this piece of shit in the fuckin’ murder van.”