Unapologize

By:PricklySare

A/N: General Disclaimers which I'm too lazy to list...although I'm convinced JE should just give the characters to me. At least with me they get some action. Thanks to my wonderful Babes, the M's and to Stayce who is the best Beta a girl could ask for.

Now, more from everyone's favorite Psycho Bitch.

Sare

Chapter Forty-one: Tracto Believes in Sterilization

Tracto's POV

I'd made it into my office fifteen minutes before I received the phone call from the worthless piece of shit that I had following Nychta's little Trenton whore. I answered with a snarl, "What do you want?"

"There seems to be a situation," he said, sounding like a whiny toddler. Fuck, I hate children. Snively, slimy, whiny, little shits who would grow up into older, worthless men and women. This loser was a prime example of why sterilization should be a requirement for people too stupid to know they shouldn't reproduce. How bad of a situation could it be? The man was supposed to be a fucking cop. I wasn't asking him to do anything that required more than basic intelligence. He was supposed to follow the tramp and keep an eye on her. It wasn't like I was asking him to cure fucking cancer. Jesus.

"What kind of situation?" I growled.

"Looks like someone is trying to kill the stupid cunt," he said. He sounded like he was smiling, and I had the sudden need to break something. There was nothing amusing about someone else trying to kill her. If anyone was going to get that pleasure it was going to be me. Well, maybe not literally me, but I'd be the one responsible.

"What the fuck do you mean someone else is trying to kill her?" I asked, trying to tamp down on my building anger. I didn't need this worthless excuse for a man to know how his news was affecting me. Maybe my tone made him nervous because when he spoke again he no longer sounded like he was smiling. That made me happy.

"Uh, well, I, uh," he stuttered. Jesus, really? What a worthless sonofabitch.

"How about you spit it out before I find you and remove your useless tongue?" I asked him, this time my voice was pleasant, almost jovial. I had to admit, the thought of cutting out his tongue definitely brought a smile to my face.

"She left the station with that federal agent and some black clad assholes. I followed them, and about forty-five minutes into the drive shots were fired at them." Shots? Interesting.

"Who shot at them?" I asked, my voice cracking like a whip.

"I don't know," he replied. I swear his mother should have drowned him at birth.

"What do you mean you don't know? Flying bullets tend to make an impression. Where did they come from?"

"I don't know. I didn't see anyone, and it happened really fast. I was trying to stay out of sight," he said, once again sounding like the whiny child I was sure he was. I had to remind myself that I could kill him later or else I was going to find him and tear him apart right now.

"How the fuck did you become a cop? You must have blown someone to get your badge." I could hear him inhale a breath, and knew that he took offense to what I had said. Good, he could be indignant all he wanted, he was still a worthless worm who I was going to enjoy killing.

"You think you're such a tough bitch don't you? I bet you wouldn't be saying this shit to my face. You're just like every other little cum dumpster, all big until you're faced with a real man." I couldn't help but laugh out loud. It wasn't a pretty laugh, it wasn't even a fun laugh, it was one that meant his hours were numbered and I was going to bathe in his blood.

"Listen closely to me, Officer. I own you. Your life is in my hands and you live and die at my whim. I am not one of your little cock tease, cum dumpsters as you call them. I am more than capable, and willing to kill you without blinking an eye. So I suggest, if you're partial to keeping your scrotum firmly attached to your body that you cut the bullshit and do your job." I waited a moment breathing in the sweet scent of power before I asked, "Is that clear you worthless piece of cockless wonder?"

I could hear him swallow before he answered, "Yes."

"Good. Now tell me what you do know."

He began explaining to me all that had happened between the police station and the moment they pulled up to the safe house. His breath was coming faster and faster, and he was speaking so quickly that I was sure he was going to bite his tongue. I had to bite back a laugh at the thought.

"Where are you now?" I asked.

"I'm waiting outside the safe house."

"Excellent. Has anything happened there?"

"Some guy came a few minutes ago. I'm not sure who he is."

"Get closer. I want to know what's going on there."

He started stuttering again. "I, uh, um, I..."

"Ready to lose your tongue already?" I asked him.

"Shit, no."

"Then speak."

"Those assholes in black are patrolling the grounds I can't get close enough." Fuck! Sounded like Nychta's men were there. What the fuck was going on? What the hell was it about that little whore that people gathered around her like vultures to a carcass?

"Fine. Don't let them catch you. I want you to follow them when they leave. You go where they go. Got it?"

"Yes."

"Good. Don't call me unless you've got something to report," I said. Then as an after thought I added, "And don't forget. If you screw up, I'll kill you." A smile was on my face as I hung up, cutting his words off. His was a worthless cuss, but he did give me more information. Now I just needed to figure out who else wanted the little skank dead.

Turning around to my computer I set the parameters for a new search and once again began digging through the life of Stephanie Plum.