Page 88 of Broken Souls

“Two of them. They live on the second floor of that house.” I point at the four-level, worn-down building.

“Together?” He quirks a brow.

“Roomies.”

“Anyone else besides them?” Bennet’s tone is professional.

“One has a girlfriend most likely there too. And the other one should be alone.”

“All right. Do you know the names?”

I spit out their names, and Kenneth writes them down. “Why?” I nod at his notepad.

“I’m gonna see what I can find before we go in there.”

I tense at his words.

“Chill out, we need to know if we can get them for longer than a week in a hospital.”

I’m fuming, past the point of hearing him, so he places his hand on my shoulder and presses it.

“Do you feel me, Mark? I will not let you kill them.” He shoots a look at Justin, fuming silently in the back. “No matter how much we all want to. Because in this case, Alicia will lose both of you. We will go about this in a smart way. Do you hear me?”

We are quiet, so he pushes harder.

“Do you hear me?”

We both grunt something in response and wait for him make his call. Someone picks up on the second ring. His speaker is loud. The dude won’t keep any secrets this way.

“Sup, Kenney. Long time no hear, Hung-y.”A feminine voice singsongs from the phone, and Justin and I stare at each other when we hear “Kenney Hung-y.”

“Hey, sweetness.” His chuckle is supposed to be seductive, I think. Not sure though. “I need you to do me a favor.Offthe records.” He stresses his last words.

“Oh, interesting. Who pissed in your morning coffee, darling?”

“Is this off the record?”

“You know me.”

“All right. I need you to get me any information you have on—” He looks at the paper and gives their names to the mysterious woman.

“What are we looking for?”Her tone turns professional.

“Anything I can put them in for a long time for.”

The silence that follows is clear and crisp.“You got it.”And she hangs up.

Kenneth puts his phone on his knee and watches a house while we’re watching him.

“Kenney?” Justin breaks down first.

“Hung-y?” I say.

“I liked you both better when you were enemies.” He flips us off, looking out the window, and a chuckle comes from the back seat. The atmosphere is somehow more tolerable after the call.

We don’t chat until the sheriff’s phone rings a few minutes later.

“Do you have something good for me?”