RECRUITED: A Mike Humber Novella (Demon Series Book One) by RR Haywood Page B

simply give to him what he gave to someone else too weak to defend themselves. I straddle his chest and start slapping him. Once. Twice. Three times. Again and again with hard open handed slaps but I don’t have the hard on he proudly displayed while he did it.
    ‘Look at me,’ I snarl down and stop slapping him, ‘look at me.’ He spoke to the girl in French and although I don’t know what the words were, I know he was ordering her to look. He does look so I copy the thing he did and spit down into his face. ‘Do you remember this?’
    He gabbles in his own language. Elizabeth steps closer to loom over him with a grim look on her face. She says something and he stares up at her. His eyes go wide. She repeats what she said. He denies something, shaking his head side to side. She asks again. He denies it even more, shouting his innocence. She speaks slowly through gritted teeth. She drops down to his side and leans close. He breathes hard as she rattles off a long speech and then the realisation hits his face. He listens with increasing horror as she speaks, her fluency is fantastic and not once does she hesitate or pause to find the right words.
    ‘No…no….please…’ In English he begs now, looking at me as though I might be able to save him.
    ‘He knows,’ she mutters. ‘I told him what we saw.’
    ‘Williams?’ I say the one word and keep him pinned down. She speaks again and the fucking coward rattles his mate out instantly, even I can understand that.
    ‘Get his phone,’ she says to me. I pat his pockets down and drag the phone out. ‘Here,’ she takes it from me and activates the screen. ‘Pin locked,’ she shows me the nine numbers on the screen waiting to be keyed for the correct code. Then she shows him and when he doesn’t reply instantly I start slapping him again. He whimpers and tries to twist his head away then shouts something out. She tells me to stop and presses the numbers then nods. ‘I’m in,’ she glances at me. ‘Contacts….Williams…got him.’
    ‘Check the messages and emails,’ I speak low and quickly with a glance about to make sure we’re still alone, ‘and we need Williams’ home address.’
    ‘I’ve got it,’ she replies while reading through the phone. ‘Only a couple between them,’ she shows me the messages displayed in French, ‘Verhoeven asking if they can meet and talk. Williams replies he’ll call him later.’
    ‘Happy about the address?’ I ask her.
    ‘How are we going to know? He spat it out instantly with no hesitation.’
    ‘Fine…’ I look back down at Verhoevan, ‘translate for me…tell him he’s going to die now…tell him he’s going to die really slowly…tell him it was me who killed De Smet…’ I pause and wait while she talks down at him. I would have thought that in terms of facial expressions he was at the maximum display of fear. Apparently not. Deathly pale apart from the red welts forming on his cheeks and the blood still pissing from his nose. He whimpers as tears stream from his eyes.
    ‘Tell him I’m going to hunt down every member of his family and do the same to them…tell him there is a god and a devil and tell him the devil is waiting…’
    She speaks rapidly, enunciating the words so he can understand clearly. I reach one hand up and gently take hold of his throat. His eyes widen at the touch and he flinches. I grip softly then clamp hard. He gasps as Elizabeth shoots a hand out to pull my hand away. ‘Let him go,’ she orders.
    ‘What?’ I glare at her, ‘you saw what he did…’
    ‘Oh I saw it alright,’ her face is a mask of rage, ‘and that’s too quick for him…let…him…go…’ she growls with a ferocity that has me instantly releasing him. ‘Hold him,’ she moves off back to the car and opens the boot before bending in to rummage about.
    ‘We’ll have to burn the car now,’ I call out.
    ‘I know,’ she replies, ‘fibre traces right?’
    ‘And we’ll have to put him in