Toys

Chapter 88

McGill was first up with Lucy in the interrogation room, which worried me. Usually I was first. What was going on? What did it mean for Lucy?

“I’m sure you aren’t very bright, but you must understand that you’re going to talk anyway. Why not spare yourself the hours of unnecessary torture?” he asked her, for starters.

Lucy glanced at McGill like she was looking at a slug eating garbage. She still hadn’t said word one to him. In fact, she barely looked at him.

Which was amazing considering that she’d been hanging in the interrogation room for half an hour now, with the vicious slow death probe searing her flesh. So far, she hadn’t made a sound. No moans or screams, and no answer to any of McGill’s questions.

I had never seen anyone, male or female, handle the torture like this. Usually, the subject was screaming within seconds, often begging for death.

McGill looked over at Moore, who was standing behind Lucy, where she couldn’t see him. Moore eventually raised a thumb, signaling McGill to up the dosage.

“OK,” McGill said to her with a shrug. “You leave me no choice.”

He stalked to the control panel and adjusted a setting. The next shock racked Lucy’s body and contorted her face, yanking her lips back from her teeth.

Moore stepped in front of her then-and he gently touched her cheek.

“You’re the toughest subject I’ve ever seen, Lucy,” he said soothingly. “I admire that, I do. But you will end up telling us everything, and you know it. Just be reasonable. I’ll make it easy on you. If you talk, we will kill you instantly.”

Finally, she broke her silence, forcing out the next few words in a hoarse whisper. “I’ll talk… to you… but alone. Get those other pigs… out of here.” Her glare turned to McGill and then to me. “I’ll talk to Jax Moore. Not to either of you morons.”

My scalp prickled. Was this the cue? It had to be. But what did it mean? What did Lucy want me to do now? Stay? Fight? Go away?

I had no idea.

I was back on the edge of doubt again, and it was pure hell. Did she want me to kill her now?

“Of course,” Moore said. “I absolutely understand why you would feel that way.” He motioned us toward the door. “Both of you-go.”

“Get out of here, pigs!” Lucy screamed.

As McGill and I walked out, I scanned her face, desperate for any sign that I was reading her right. Maybe I only imagined it-but I thought I saw the trace of a smile.