Page 100 of Monk

“How the hell does he know?” Widow demanded.

Kansas threw up a hand, silencing them with a force that barely held as his eyes never left mine. “Explain,” he hissed.

His voice was quiet.

Deadly quiet.

I exhaled slowly, but it did nothing to loosen the pressure building in my chest.

“Roberts came to see me in the interrogation room before Lina got there,” I said. “Usual bullshit. WITSEC. Relocation. Cooperation. Same old threats dressed up like options.” I paused, and just thinking about his smug face made rage crawl up my spine. “But then he said something else.”

Kansas didn’t blink.

I felt every eye in the room on me.

“He said he knows what the club did with the body,” I said. “And he said he’s going to make sure the police find it unless I go back into WITSEC.”

Kansas went rigid.

Completely still. The kind of still that meant violence was only one breath away. “Where is the body?” he asked.

The question came out low and sharp as his gaze shifted to Whisper.

Whisper didn’t move. Didn’t blink.

Didn’t so much as twitch. He just sat there with that same unreadable expression, like the room wasn’t one second from coming apart.

“Whisper,” Kansas said, more force in his voice now. “Where. Is. The. FUCKING. Body?”

Whisper shrugged once, casual as hell, which only made the tension worse. “Taken care of.”

Kansas’ eyes narrowed into something lethal. “That’s not what I asked, asshole, and you know it.”

Whisper leaned forward slowly, elbows on the table, eyes steady, then he spoke in a voice barely above a whisper. “Put it this way. Whatever body Roberts is talking about—” He paused just long enough for it to dig in. “It ain’t Pence. Because they will never find his body.”

The room went dead silent.

I stared at him, my mind racing too fast to catch hold of anything clean.

Never find his body.

Not buried shallow.

Not dumped.

Not hidden.

Gone.

Permanently.

Burned, maybe. Dissolved. Buried where no one would ever think to dig.

Something final.

Something absolute.

Blackjack dragged a hand down his face and muttered, “Then who the fuck is Roberts talking about?”