Shattered (11 page)
St. John wagged his chin, “You mean I have to feed your ass?”
“No. The trick in this is to not kill the target. There’s no information flow at that point,” he laughed, and then ducked his head after scanning the area. “I have to keep him alive—barely alive while I encourage him to spill it. This shit has been known to go on for days before I do them the favor of putting them out of their misery.”
St. John’s eyes ripped open to interrupt his half yawn, “You’re going to kill him?”
“Trust me. After I’m done, Ford will want to die. Those I left alive were to show others what would happen. It had to have been a miserable fucking way for them to live—I’m sure they killed themselves—hell, I would.”
St. John cringed at his words—mostly the way he delivered them. Justice once had the capacity for good, but his time behind the enemy lines under the harshest conditions left him with an empty soul, and a penchant for destruction.
He still battled to reconcile how far he was willing to go. St. John’s heart no longer belonged to the agency. The only significant relationship was with his partner, Jeff Graham, and even that had been strained thanks to the bureaucratic bullshit of an over zealous agency ethos hell bent on serving themselves before the public.
But, to participate in the torture and murder of a federal agent was something he just didn’t think he could stomach. Even if Ted Ford was crooked and caused the death of Graham, St. John had to honor his moral code.
His loyalty was now to Abigail, and getting her the hell away from the Savage Nation. Justice was the only one that could make that possible. If St. John turned on him now, or his identity was compromised by Ford, it would mean a quick call back to Mystic and the brothers would hunt her down and kill her.
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