“If they’re drinking, let them drink,” Landon growled into his cell, looking at the screens set up on his desk. She’d gotten a glimpse of them when she was first brought in here. They appeared to show security feeds from all around the site. Most were focused on the perimeter fences but a few were trained on the buildings the cages were in.
“Get them half cut for tonight and roll out a load of the slower targets. Be like shooting fish in a barrel. They’ll feel good about themselves and we’ll have the finale tomorrow.”
Slower targets. He was talking about people, the homeless they had snatched off the streets, and his voice was completely dispassionate. Max felt sick. God, he was an utter monster.
Even though she tried to keep any emotion off her face, she must have made some kind of sou
