truck.” The cop said.
“Excuse me? Don’t you need a warrant for that?” Tony asked, but the other officer walked up to him and shot him with the Taser. His legs buckled under him as he fell to the ground, striking his head on a rock as the current went through him. He couldn’t move for over a minute as both officers stood over him.
“Now let’s try this again,” the tall officer said. “Open the fucking truck.”
Chapter 10
Slade stood there admiring his handiwork. His naked body was covered in blood, her blood. Her body had been mutilated beyond all recognition. He systematically managed to cut her to pieces a little at a time. His sexual appetites were not something that could be fulfilled through normal channels. That was a big part of why he was in this business, the endless supply of girls.
This time he tried something new, he cut out her heart and fucked it, even ejaculated inside it. He’d fucked women’s organs before. He hoped to do it while it was still beating, but that just wasn’t possible. It was still fun though. That was the last thing he did. Other pleasures of his involved peeling her face off, cutting off her breasts and performing his own version of a hysterectomy.
He opened the closet nearby and took out several towels, cleaning himself off as much as possible. After he dressed, he went back into his office and picked up the phone.
“Hey, send some guys in here to clean up my break room. Yeah, it’s a big mess, so make sure they bring everything. I have to head out.” He hung up the phone and headed out.
Within a few minutes he arrived at Ramos Medical. Jose was sitting in his office looking as if he’d seen a ghost.
“So how’d it go?” Slade asked.
“The raid went fine. Everything was gone. I sent the new guy on a run with the girls. The feds were here and tore the place apart, but found nothing.”
“Good. I’m kind of curious. How would they even know to look here? I mean, our truck was clean, no way should they have been able to trace it here.”
“I don’t know. They got lucky I guess.”
“Got lucky. That’s possible. The problem is, cops don’t get lucky like this. I think someone tipped them off.”
“Oh yeah?” Jose began shifting uncomfortably in his seat. “Who you think would do that?”
“I don’t know. Someone with working knowledge of our operation. Someone who knows what trucks are used for what shipments. I’m starting to think them finding Spider’s truck wasn’t an accident either.”
“Yeah? That sounds pretty fucked up man. I hope you find the snitch,” Jose said.
“Well, I think I may have.”
Jose jumped out of his chair and raced for the door. Slade grabbed him and threw him back in the chair, but not before slamming his face against the desk. Jose let out a scream as Slade dug in Jose’s pockets, pulling out two cell phones.
“So what is the second cell phone for?”
“That’s um, my personal one! The other one is work.”
Slade took the base of the phone and hit Jose on the side of the head. Jose screamed again.
“Ow! Fuck, man!”
“Try again ,” Slade ordered.
“I’m serious! I don’t like to use my work phone for personal use.”
“So why were you trying to run off?”
“Look man. I wouldn’t rat on you or anyone. I’m no rat!”
Slade took out his butterfly knife and thrust it into the back of Jose’s hand. Jose screamed even louder this time as blood oozed from his hand.
“Tell me, or I’ll fucking skin you alive and feed you your own flesh.”
“Shit! Ok! Ok! They busted me on a drug charge. I was at a party and had an eight ball on me. I was looking at big time. So I made a deal. But they wanted everything, not just the operation,