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Behind the Hands That Kill (In the Company of Killers #6) Page 19
Author: J.A. Redmerski

Her words leave my brain buzzing with questions and worry, but I don’t give her the satisfaction of knowing that she got to me.

The door to Victor’s room creaks open again and closes with an echo. Then I hear the sound of Apollo’s—assuming, anyway—footsteps going over the floor. I come to attention quickly, eager to hear Victor’s voice again. I don’t care what he might say that I won’t like; he can say he never loved me at all and I’d be happy just to hear him, to know that he’s alive—I was beginning to wonder.

But the first voice I hear is Hestia’s, speaking into the mic affixed to the laptop.

“The story of what happened fifteen years ago”—Hestia glances briefly at me—“to our beloved sister, Artemis; I want him to tell it now.” She steps away from the mic and comes back over to me, sits on the seat next to mine; she goes back to curling my hair. “Now listen closely,” she tells me, wrapping another section of hair around the scorching metal. “I want you to have a good understanding of everything before you go back in there.”

I nod, but all I can think about now is knowing I’m going to get to see Victor again, even if it’s the last time…I’m going to see him again.

And that gives me hope.

Victor

Apollo walks past my cage and disappears within the shadows again; I make note of his footsteps as they get farther away. Then he stops, and I hear the sound of metal pulling away from metal, followed by several clicking sounds. The fluorescent lights high in the ceiling hum to life as he flips the switches in the breaker box one by one.

The space that houses my cell is much larger than I anticipated. I knew it was expansive and mostly empty, but the darkness, and my head still dizzied earlier by the drug, kept me blind to the truth. But my sense of smell was spot on. This place was—maybe still is—some kind menagerie, most likely owned by a private collector or distributor of exotic animals. I count twelve other cages set in the walls to my right and left, six on each side, and three more just like mine, situated down the center of the vast room in a perfect row, spaced at least ten-feet apart. Primates have been kept here, evidence of that in three cages equipped with hanging rope, a swinging tire, and wooden platforms mounted high on the back wall. I am certain other exotic animals have been housed here at some point. But today I am the only one.

Apollo makes his way back up, taking his time, walking toward me in slow strides, his hands folded together behind him. He raises one of them in gesture as if showcasing the place, and says to me, “It’s fitting, don’t you think?”

“I do not care much for the pointless dialogue, Apollo. Let us get to it, shall we?”

He smiles, folding his hands together on his backside again.

“Eager to die, aren’t you?” he asks.

“Eager to get on with this,” I answer.

Eager to see Izabel is more like it; it is killing me not knowing what is happening to her right now.

Apollo takes the chair Izabel had been sitting on earlier and drags it back a few feet from my cage. With the sweep of his hand, he pretends to dust off the seat before sitting down; he brings his right foot up and rests it atop his left knee; he folds his hands loosely across his stomach. And then he just looks at me, waiting, for what exactly he will have to tell me, but of course he knows this already.

“That night,” Apollo begins, “fifteen years ago, what did you do before Osiris burst into the house?”

“Before as in when?” I inquire. “Minutes before? An hour? You could be more specific.”

He smirks.

“Begin with earlier that evening,” he says. “Didn’t you take my sister out for your one-year anniversary?”

“Yes,” I say. “Though it was two days late.”

“Why was it late? Was my sister not worth remembering?”

“No, Apollo, that is not why I took her out late; I did not forget. We both had to work, so we decided to spend our anniversary the following Sunday.”

He nods. “I see.” Then he switches legs, propping the left foot on the right knee. “So tell me about that night. Before Osiris. Tell me everything, even the little things.”

“Why?”

He leans forward.

“Because I want to know how happy my sister was—you were the last person to see her happy, Victor. And she was happy. She was in love with you, thought she’d found the one.” He laughs, and then shakes his head with disappointment. “Why do women care about that shit, anyway? I mean really”—he holds out both hands, palms up—“Any idea, man?”

“No, really I have none.”

Apollo sighs, and folds his hands on his stomach again, interlocking his fingers. “Oh well,” he says. “So anyway. About that night.”

“I took her to dinner,” I say. “An expensive Italian restaurant.”

“So tell me about it.”

I take a deep breath and begin pacing.

“She wore a black dress…

Fifteen years ago…

Artemis insisted the restaurant be expensive. She loved expensive things—temporarily. She dreamed of living the high-life, but she had said she only wanted to live it for one month. Not a day more. Artemis’s family was wealthy—as you well know—but it was all blood-money, and she did not want to be part of that. She wanted to earn her wealth honestly, work hard for it, and then spend it all up in one month. I was baffled, and intrigued, by her plan—mostly intrigued.

“I despise money, Victor,” she said, sitting next to me on a chair at our small table. “It ruins lives—it corrupted everyone in my family except me and my brother, Apollo.” She smiled over at me; her long, slender fingers caressed the side of her wine glass; her pinky finger curled around the stem. “If I ever make enough honest money for myself that I can use bills to light my fireplace, I’m going to spend it all up in one month just to see it go.”

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