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“And you’re still sticking with this story.”
“Because it’s the fucking truth!”
His voice cracks halfway through the sentence.
That’s what finally unsettles me.
Because Mikey’s terrified.
But he’s terrified like somebody trapped in the wrong nightmare.
Not like somebody who got caught.
Noir lowers the phone beside me with a sharp exhale. “Fuck this.”
I glance up at him.
His expression is flat and cold. Irritated in a way that doesn’t match the room.
Everybody else is tense. Waiting, and watching to see where I land before they move.
Noir looks ready to end the conversation before it starts making too much sense.
“We don’t have time for this bullshit,” he says.
Mikey’s eyes cut to him, wild and bloodshot. “Because you know I’m telling the truth?”
Noir’s mouth twitches faintly. Not a smile, but a fucking warning.
“Careful.”
Mikey laughs once, ugly and broken, panic turning him reckless now that he thinks he’s found a crack in the room.
“Nah, fuck you.” His bloodshot eyes cut to Noir. “Fucking psycho. Wasn’t it you carving up half our crew a few months ago? Yeah.” He spits red onto the concrete. “That’s what I thought.”
The warehouse goes painfully still.
Noir’s face doesn’t change.
That’s somehow worse.
Then he exhales, almost bored.
“Fuck this.”
The gun is in his hand before I can move.
“Noir—”
The shot cracks through the warehouse.
Mikey’s head snaps back, the chair jerking hard beneath him before his body goes limp against the restraints.
Silence slams down.
Complete.
Heavy.
