Page 138 of Cobra
“Girls,” he spits. “Transport route. South line. That’s all I know.”
South line.
Joker’s smile flickers back.
Hammer mutters, “There it is.”
I don’t look away from the man. “Where?”
“I don’t know.” I press harder. “Swear to God,” he chokes. “I only got the pickup point.”
“Where?”
“Old feed mill outside Lowndes. Tomorrow night.”
Shadow’s phone is already out. He sends it.
Dom will have it in seconds.
I ask, “How many?”
“Three.”
“Girls?”
He squeezes his eyes shut.
Wrong.
I slam him into the wall again. “How many?”
“Four,” he rushes out. “Four girls. Maybe five. I don’t know. Depends who makes delivery.”
My grip tightens. “Names.”
“I don’t get names.”
I believe that. Doesn’t help him. “Who has them?”
“Transport crew.”
“Who leads?”
He shakes his head too fast. “I don’t—”
Joker moves then. No rush. He steps close, pulls a knife, and lets the blade catch the light. The man stops breathing. Joker smiles. “Try remembering.”
The man breaks. Not fully. Enough. “Denton,” he says. “I heard Denton. Same guy. He coordinates some drops.”
Denton. Name came up before. Now again. A thread.
I release the man’s jaw and step back half a pace. He sags against the wall, panting, thinking maybe giving us a name bought him something. It did. A few seconds.
I call Dom.
He answers immediately. “Talk.”
“Old feed mill outside Lowndes. Tomorrow night. South transport line. Four or five girls. Denton connected.”
