DONNA
“Hey there.”
“Hey, you. I hope you’re having better luck than we did.”
“Not sure yet. But we’ll know in a minute.”
“He is,” Lincoln responded with a nod.
God only knew what was happening behind that door.
But Donna was more concerned about the fact that she didn’t care.
With her family in danger, her moral compass was spinning out of control.
And if she were to be honest, she’d shattered the compass the night she had killed the preacher who’d shot her dad.
Donna looked around at the cracked bricks, broken windows, and filth.
It was like standing in a structure from medieval times.
She tried to picture the candy factory when it was operational over twenty years ago, but she couldn’t.
Twenty years of neglect had done a lot to the place, and it was perfect for what Lincoln had planned.
In a small corner of the massive factory, he’d set up an efficient command center, complete with LED spotlights, laptops, and crates containing some kind of tools.
The screech coming from the heavy metal door pierced the silence.
To Donna’s surprise, it was Lips and Tits the female members of Lincoln’s team of retired rangers that walked out.
Lips and tits stepped out wearing a rubber apron that was covered in blood.
Her blonde hair was secured in corn rolls, and her blue eyes appeared black.
The blank look in her eyes made her appear dead on the inside.
Donna’s hand instinctively moved to her holster. She didn’t plan to shoot the woman. After all, they were on the same side. She knew Lips wasn’t a threat, but the blood on her hands and clothes made her look like she’d just stepped out of a horror movie.
A few feet away, Donna could feel Lincoln’s eyes on her, but she refused to look away. She moved forward. Curiosity convinced her that she needed to see what was behind the steel door. But Lincoln broke away from his crew and blocked her path. “You don’t want to do that.”
One of the guys from his team closed the door and asked,” So, Pam, is this asshole talking or what?”
She looked like a Pam.
“He’s a tough one, but he’s talking,” she confirmed with a satisfied grin.
“And?” Lincoln asked.
Pam unknowingly spread blood across when she used the back to wipe the sweat from her brow. “He’s working for some dude named Kon. I’ma give it a minute, then I’ll wake him up and question him some more.”
“Outstanding,” Lincoln praised. “Carry on.”
A normal cop would've or should’ve been screaming at the top of her lungs about civil rights, false imprisonment, the right to remain silent, and his rights to an attorney. But normal was tossed out when they targeted her family.