Never Gonna Happen - Cynthia Eden Page 0,74

a teen. Assault charges had gotten him tossed into juvie, and from there, he’d graduated to bigger game. B and E’s, kidnapping, and even a murder for hire charge that Granger had managed to dodge when a witness mysteriously vanished.

“Of course.” Winston sat across the small table from Dwight. He nodded. Looked all congenial and calm. “You don’t have to say anything. That is completely your option. I was just going to talk so that you’d understand why you will soon be transported.”

“Transported?” Dwight straightened in his wobbly chair. “Where the hell am I going?”

“I actually don’t know, and I don’t want to know. That kind of thing is above my pay grade.”

Please. In reality, Winston wanted to know everything. It was just part of who he was.

“Government agents are on the way to collect you,” Winston revealed to the perp.

“What?” Dwight laughed. “Like I buy that bull.”

Sebastian stiffened. The man’s response seemed…genuine.

With a smirk on his face, Dwight glanced around. “Why the hell would government agents be coming to get me?”

“Well, you did break into an apartment building, set a bomb—”

“I didn’t set the bomb! That wasn’t me!”

“And then you assaulted a federal agent.”

“Who was the damn federal agent?” Dwight’s brows scrunched.

Again, his response seemed genuine. Appearances could be deceiving, though.

Winston looked down at a file in front of him. “I’m not at liberty to divulge an agent’s—”

“You’re not talking about that rich-boy prick, are you? Because he’s no government agent, and you’re not about to slam a charge like that on me! No way!”

“You’re worried about that charge?” Winston cleared his throat. “Maybe you forgot the breaking and entering, the bomb, the—”

“I’m not getting shipped off to some secret government facility, you hear me? That’s not happening! I’ve heard stories about people just disappearing into those holes and never getting out!”

Oh, he’d heard stories, had he?

Winston closed his manila file. “Oh, good, then you’re already updated. Here I thought I’d have to go over things for you. But you obviously understand your new living conditions, so we’re all set. You’ll remain in this room until the agents arrive for your transport.” He peered at his watch. “Shouldn’t be long. Maybe ten minutes, tops, and then you’ll be out of here.” He rose. The legs of his chair scraped across the floor. “By the way…” Winston leaned over the table. “That ‘rich-boy prick’ happens to be a friend of mine, and I don’t take kindly to people assaulting my friends.”

Dwight swallowed. “You…you gonna hit me, now? Get you some payback?”

“Why would I do that?” Winston smiled. “You’re about to be shoved in a hole and forgotten. Your payback will be coming no matter what I do. Same situation for your buddies. You’ll all vanish soon enough.” He whistled and headed for the door.

“You can’t leave me!”

Winston kept walking. “Well, I can’t talk to you any longer. You did ask for a lawyer, and the agents are coming and—”

“Screw a lawyer! Help me.” Dwight’s face mottled. “I wasn’t told anything about the people in that place being agents! I was just…shit, the orders kept getting bigger and bigger, you know?”

Winston slowly turned back to face him. “I don’t know. Spell the situation out for me.”

“Look, first, we were just scaring the woman! I mean, easy money for a scare. Who turns down that kind of job?”

A law-abiding citizen?

Sweat trickled down Dwight’s temple. “Those bullets weren’t supposed to hit her at the theater, and they didn’t!”

Well, hell. Winston had worked his magic. Now they were getting some place.

“And we left the message at her place to frighten her. She was supposed to hook up with the rich-boy pr—I mean, with that guy. Your friend. She was supposed to hook up with him. Dammit, I even thought he was our client in the beginning!”

What? Now Sebastian was leaning forward because that last bit made zero sense.

Winston was frowning, too. “What do you mean, you thought he was the client? Why the hell would you think that?”

“Some guys like to play hero.” Dwight licked his lower lip. “Me personally? I like to be the bad guy.”

Obviously.

“Since the orders were for her not to get hurt, I figured maybe he wanted to act the hero. I mean, the goal was for her to move in with him. We made that shit happen.” Dwight nodded.

Yes, they had.

“But then things changed.” Winston stalked back toward Dwight. “Want to tell me about the hit at Shark Gaming and Design?”

“Look, if I talk, you’ve got to keep those