Chapter 8
He took the tape out of Brady’s hands, and though he didn’t fight him, Brady felt the strength in his long fingers. Those hands had killed more men in the past ten years than Brady had put behind bars. They’d enticed. Coaxed. Brady didn’t care how much or how little Cole thought he knew. There was one fact that was indisputable, and in the end, it was the only one that mattered. Cole murdered people.
End of story.
Stuffing his hands in his pockets, he retreated to the doorway, leaning against the jamb as Cole finished his bandaging. “I still want those names. You might think I’m impotent in the face of your little vampire gang, but I’ve got resources you can only dream about. People will demand justice for what you did. It’s my job to make sure they get it.”