"You do remember how to use one of these, right?" a condescending Jack asked as he offered me a gun.
It took us all day, but Jack and I tracked Copycat back to a guest's suite. Gaining access to the room wasn't the issue. A f*****g civilian was involved and I was like a bull charging at a red flag. I couldn't stop the anger at almost losing Olivia from dictating my actions. I wanted blood and nothing was quieting the murderous urge. The devastation of leaving her behind in tears only fueled said rage.
"Bullets are too good for Copycat. Where's what I asked for?" I asked coolly, keeping my voice low so as to maintain the element of surprise, sinking back into torture mode far too easily.
I'd deal with the fall out later. Right now I needed Copycat dead. Olivia's lifeless corpse in my
