It was a nightmare. Blood and gore covering every surface.
It had been 2 am when he had gotten the call. Karen, butchered in her apartment. He had only left two hours before. Just missed him, the police said. Of course they had suspected him first, naturally. But the neighbors had seen him leave, heard his car start up and take off. Thank bloody God for prying neighbors.
Rowland had called him. Their informant at the police had informed him that the cops had gotten an a anonymous tip. Karen, dead.
Not just dead, tortured, ripped to pieces. Nothing left to identify her as a human being, just random chunks of flesh.
He felt ill, bile climbing up his throat. He did his best to ignore the feeling. He could not afford to loose his cool. He had work to do.
The police asked him if he knew who could have done this, hell, even his men asked him who could have done this. Except Archer. He was the only one that hadn't shown up.
And Freddy knew why.
A monster, a fucking animal that boy was.
And he was his animal.
He had forgotten that. So Archer had sent him a message.
You can look but you can't touch.
It was fine to look at her but he had crossed the line when he had fucked her.
And now he was punished.
He was a fool. He had been arrogant, believing that he could have his cake and eat it too.
If he wanted Archer on his side, to be loyal, he needed to never turn his back on him. He needed to keep the boy on a leash. Keep him chained up.
He turned his back on the gore, walking back to his car.