The Silent Note (REDWOOD KINGS #5) by Nelia Alarcon EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Nelia Alarcon
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ZANE
All the doors in prison creak.
Loudly.
Not sure if that’s an extra alarm or just a sign of neglect. My boots
thump on a dirty floor that’s half concrete and half-vomit stains. The lights
flicker on and off.
This isn’t the hallway they show to the human rights activists.
I follow the warden until he stops abruptly.
There. Another door.
Another creak.
That screaming, on-the-brink-of-death sound jars me. Metal hinges
bawl out in pain. Sounds like someone’s heart being ripped out of his chest.
This time, when the door slams shut behind me, there’s a jangle of keys
and the clank of metal against metal.
I’m locked in.
The room is brighter than I expected thanks to the harsh florescent light.
A table sits in the middle. Two chairs on either side.
One of those chairs is occupied.
“You’re Cross’s kid,” a bald man in an orange jumpsuit says, looking
me dead in the eyes.
I grab the back of the empty chair and fall into it. “And you’re Bartiste
Slavno, army vet turned murderer.”
He seems amused. “Killing is a part of war. You’d call me a murderer
for killing our enemies?”
“Last I checked, we aren’t at war with sixteen year old high school girls.
Remind me again? What part of army training teaches you to hack
teenagers to pieces?”
His face shifts. Just a slight tension of muscles in his jaw.
I feel strangely calm despite the fact that we’re alone and Slavno has at
least two inches, forty years, and fifty pounds on me.
“I see there’s no need for an introduction.”
“I see you didn’t come willingly.” I eye the fresh bruises on his face and
around his inked neck. There are scab marks on one of the lines running
straight up his throat. It’s easy to tell where the army tattoos stopped and the
prison tats started filling in.
“I have some questions about The Grateful Project.”
“What are you? Eighteen? Nineteen?” He leans forward and the
handcuffs jangle against the smooth surface of the desk. “You should run
back to your daddy, to your safe little kingdom on the hill. This isn’t the
place for a prince like you.”
I keep smiling.
He scowls.
I shake my head, giving in. “Fine.”
An eyebrow pops high. He watches me cautiously.
“I don’t care if you answer me. My question can wait.” The fingers on
my non-broken hand curl into a fist. “But I’m going to bring someone here
soon. You’re going to answer them.”
“Says who?”
My heart pounds with adrenaline, but I keep the sight of it from my
face. My mask is my smile.
I tilt my head to the side and gesture to him. “Says me.”
An ugly grin twists his lips. His shoulders shake as he laughs.
I smirk along with him, pretending I’m in on the joke.
A second passes.
Two.
Finally, his laughter settles into low chuckles. “You’re Cross’s kid, but
you’re nothing like your pops.” Those hazy eyes flicker up and down,
stopping at the sling cradling my wrist. “You lack the finesse.”
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