The Waking Shadow.

Chapter Eighty : The Waking Shadow

“You’re going to be good and tell me how to find The Ghost.”

Zhedya’s voice was a quiet hum in the dark, empty auto shop.

He circled the man tied to the metal chair, his footsteps the only other sound besides the frantic, ragged breathing of his guest.

Kaz was a fixer and a messenger for bad people. Zhedya had tracked him down like a hound on a scent, and now he was the only thing standing between Zhedya and the man who’d tried to take Ian from him.

Zhedya wasn’t yelling or even angry. That was the scariest part. He was calm, too deadly calm.

He moved to a rusty workbench and began laying out tools…a scalpel, a pair of pliers, a bone saw. He placed them neatly on a stained rag, like a surgeon preparing for a delicate operation.

“Kaz,” he said, his voice almost gentle. “We both know you’re a switchboard. You hear things. I need an address or a pattern or favorite weapon. Anything on the man they call The Ghost.”

He picked up the scalpel, testing it