We want you to find out if anyone at Justice is investigating what they would call a vigilante network.”
“What?”
“Names. We want names.”
“What vigilante network?”
The SS guard didn’t react. “Last fall. You remember. Deputy U.S. Marshal Juliet Longstreet and Special Forces Army Major Ethan Brooker uncovered a vigilante plot to expose traitors. One of the vigilantes was killed. Another-a low-level thug, really-was taken into custody.”
Steve remembered. They’d nearly killed a White House advisor and Juliet Longstreet’s family in Vermont. “You guys?”
Cold, steel-blue eyes leveled on him.
Steve felt his stomach drop to his knees. He had a sudden urge to go to the bathroom. He tugged at his shirt collar, his fingers coming away wet with sweat. “If you’re involved with those kooks from last fall, you can bet your ass they’re investigating you. I wouldn’t have access to that kind of information.”
The older goon reached into his pants pocket and withdrew a pack of gum, tapping out a piece as if they were discussing the spring weather forecast. “Get access.”
Sipping more of his coffee, as if somehow it made him feel normal, Steve decided these guys needed to know he wasn’t afraid of them, that his life depended on it-never mind that his intestines were telling him in no uncertain terms that he was scared shitless. “So, is Oliver Crawford in on your new world order, or are you all just using him for his money and connections? He is who you work for, isn’t he? Makes sense, given what happened to Alicia down in Yorkville.”
Steve wasn’t into their crazy thinking. Justice, breaking the law to save freedom. Throwing out two hundred years of jurisprudence and starting from scratch, rewriting the law their way. If they were involved with those screwballs from last fall, they were into vigilante violence and their own idea of the new world order.
Thumbscrews. These bastards are into torturing people.
The steel-eyed Nazi responded to his remark in the same mild tone. “We want the names of anyone involved in the investigation into last fall’s events. The lawyers, the FBI, the ATF, the marshals. Any White House liaisons.”
“Liaison. That’s a big word for you, isn’t it?” Instead of shooting him, the Nazi offered Steve a piece of gum. He shook his head. “No, thanks.” For some reason, the gesture made him sweat even more. “Doesn’t anything get to you?”
A quirk of a smile. “Justice Department lawyers entrusted with the people’s business having kinky sex with underage girls.”
Steve forced himself not to react. The bastards had pictures. They’d sent him a link to a Web site with an entire photo album of him and the congressman’s daughter. They didn’t just have a couple of grainy pictures he could explain away. With a few clicks of the keyboard, they could post their little montage to the world.
“No one was hurt.”
“Tell that to her father,” the Nazi Youth said. “She was fifteen.”
“If Daddy sees a picture of his daughter with your dick in her mouth, you won’t just not work in Washington again.” The SS guard chewed his gum, obviously relishing this part of his job. “You won’t work anywhere.”
“The daughter was rebelling against her parents. That’s not my fault.”
True enough, but the ropes and the rough sex were his idea. She’d gone along at first, just itching to get back at her father for ignoring her, at her mother for putting image above anything else-at both of them for not understanding her. Steve had used her disenchantment with her life to his advantage.
He’d done it all before, and she hadn’t; his speed, his expertise, his excitement at her moans had frightened her. He’d gotten off on the risk of what he was doing and couldn’t make himself stop.
Several of the pictures showed her trying to get away from him.
She didn’t want anyone to know what she’d done. If nothing else, Steve figured he’d taught
“What?”
“Names. We want names.”
“What vigilante network?”
The SS guard didn’t react. “Last fall. You remember. Deputy U.S. Marshal Juliet Longstreet and Special Forces Army Major Ethan Brooker uncovered a vigilante plot to expose traitors. One of the vigilantes was killed. Another-a low-level thug, really-was taken into custody.”
Steve remembered. They’d nearly killed a White House advisor and Juliet Longstreet’s family in Vermont. “You guys?”
Cold, steel-blue eyes leveled on him.
Steve felt his stomach drop to his knees. He had a sudden urge to go to the bathroom. He tugged at his shirt collar, his fingers coming away wet with sweat. “If you’re involved with those kooks from last fall, you can bet your ass they’re investigating you. I wouldn’t have access to that kind of information.”
The older goon reached into his pants pocket and withdrew a pack of gum, tapping out a piece as if they were discussing the spring weather forecast. “Get access.”
Sipping more of his coffee, as if somehow it made him feel normal, Steve decided these guys needed to know he wasn’t afraid of them, that his life depended on it-never mind that his intestines were telling him in no uncertain terms that he was scared shitless. “So, is Oliver Crawford in on your new world order, or are you all just using him for his money and connections? He is who you work for, isn’t he? Makes sense, given what happened to Alicia down in Yorkville.”
Steve wasn’t into their crazy thinking. Justice, breaking the law to save freedom. Throwing out two hundred years of jurisprudence and starting from scratch, rewriting the law their way. If they were involved with those screwballs from last fall, they were into vigilante violence and their own idea of the new world order.
Thumbscrews. These bastards are into torturing people.
The steel-eyed Nazi responded to his remark in the same mild tone. “We want the names of anyone involved in the investigation into last fall’s events. The lawyers, the FBI, the ATF, the marshals. Any White House liaisons.”
“Liaison. That’s a big word for you, isn’t it?” Instead of shooting him, the Nazi offered Steve a piece of gum. He shook his head. “No, thanks.” For some reason, the gesture made him sweat even more. “Doesn’t anything get to you?”
A quirk of a smile. “Justice Department lawyers entrusted with the people’s business having kinky sex with underage girls.”
Steve forced himself not to react. The bastards had pictures. They’d sent him a link to a Web site with an entire photo album of him and the congressman’s daughter. They didn’t just have a couple of grainy pictures he could explain away. With a few clicks of the keyboard, they could post their little montage to the world.
“No one was hurt.”
“Tell that to her father,” the Nazi Youth said. “She was fifteen.”
“If Daddy sees a picture of his daughter with your dick in her mouth, you won’t just not work in Washington again.” The SS guard chewed his gum, obviously relishing this part of his job. “You won’t work anywhere.”
“The daughter was rebelling against her parents. That’s not my fault.”
True enough, but the ropes and the rough sex were his idea. She’d gone along at first, just itching to get back at her father for ignoring her, at her mother for putting image above anything else-at both of them for not understanding her. Steve had used her disenchantment with her life to his advantage.
He’d done it all before, and she hadn’t; his speed, his expertise, his excitement at her moans had frightened her. He’d gotten off on the risk of what he was doing and couldn’t make himself stop.
Several of the pictures showed her trying to get away from him.
She didn’t want anyone to know what she’d done. If nothing else, Steve figured he’d taught
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