The stupid old woman had let him in, believing him when he’d said he was checking out for insect infiltration in the area. Her neck snapped easily under his palm as he watched her slump to the floor. He left her in the hallway as he made his way to sit by the window and wait. He knew they had to come back sometime. Whores rarely left their place of work. And that’s all they were – whores. He would show them just how much he hated being left disappointed. When he saw the fucker Logan coming over from Penn Island, he knew immediately where the girls had gone and he almost gave up waiting for them to come home. That afternoon was his lucky day, however; not only did he know where the girls were, but he watched from the window of the dead woman’s house as a black car pulled up outside and the fat bitch got out with the other brothers, Seth and the weak-looking Brandon. Well, well, Marcus thought. Killing two – no, three – birds with one stone. He had recognised the she-wolf’s scent as soon as he’d spotted her the night before last.
