Page 115 of Unhinged Kallie

“Hi,” I said and lifted my hand to wave. Yup, that felt stupid.

Cain snorted out a laugh. “Jessica is Darryl’s sister.” He looked down at her. Upon closer inspection, it looked like he’d been auditioning for Frankenstein.

Jessica had been cut open and re-sown in multiple places, and he didn’t use nice thin thread. Cain had used something that looked like shoelaces. Only then did I realize he had removed her hands and replaced them with a rotting pair. I covered my mouth as the maggots moved around. I could feel the bile rising and was suddenly fucking happy I hadn’t eaten anything.

“She claimed she didn’t know where her brother was.”

“Oh yeah?” I said and looked away before I threw up.

“Still can’t handle the gore?” Cain called me out. “How will you handle being with my daughter for the rest of your life if you can’t deal with a little blood?”

“This is more than a little blood, this is…I don’t know what this is. It’s something closer to what Abel would do.”

Cain lifted a brow. “Very observant. He did do this, or at least it was his idea. I didn’t trust him to make the incisions. He tends to go overboard.” That was a fucking ironic statement if I’d ever heard one.

“Do I want to know whose hands those are?”

“Does it matter?”

“No, I guess it doesn’t. Is all this worth it?” I held out my hand to the woman who had become a science experiment.

“Yes, it’s funny what people reveal when you start cutting parts off their body. My brother does have a knack for getting loved ones to turn on each other.”

“Does she know where he is?”

“She says no, and I’m inclined to believe her, but she also refuses to give me the passwords to her computer so I can verify.”

“You know I could get you in her computer, right?” I said and glanced at the laptop on his worktable. He was no longer worried about being traced here. I’d installed enough scramblers to shut down everything incoming years ago.

“Of course, but this is far more entertaining.”

Cain straightened and walked to the end of the table with a shiny silver handsaw. I took a step back. “You want to do the honors?”

Jessica screamed under the tape as she watched Cain, her nose flaring and chest heaving as what I was sure was another round of panic set in. I could feel the energy coming off the table, and when he laid the sharp saw on her foot, her eyes rolled back in her head, and she passed out.

“Pathetic,” Cain grumbled, annoyed, and thankfully put the saw down. I let out the breath I held, my morals screaming as they ran around in my head.

“Can I just talk to you for a minute without…this happening,” I said, pointing to Jessica.

“Sure, she won’t wake up for a few minutes.”

I licked my lips. “I think Kallie is going after Darryl.”

“I know.”

My mouth fell open. “What do you mean you know? And if you know, why aren’t you stopping her?” Anger gripped my heart, thinking he would let her go after the man who killed her mother alone.

“I know because she’s my daughter, and I know her. Of course, she will try. I don’t have to have confirmation from her lips to know the look in her eyes.” He leaned back against his counter and crossed his arms. “Who said I was going to let her go alone?”

“I’m lost. Wait…are you using Kallie as bait to draw this guy out?”

Cain’s brow lifted. “No, but not a bad idea.”

I wanted to smack myself in the face. “Then what do you mean?”

“I mean, I’m tracking her phone.”

“And what if she doesn’t take her phone? Kallie is smart.”