Chapters (52)
- Copyright
- Dedication
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- Twenty-Three
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- Thirty-Two
- Thirty-Three
- Thirty-Four
- Thirty-Five
- Thirty-Six
- Thirty-Seven
- Thirty-Eight
- Thirty-Nine
- Forty
- Forty-One
- Forty-Two
- Forty-Three
- Forty-Four
- Forty-Five
- Acknowledgments
- Read More from the Market of Monsters Series
- More Books from HMH Teen
- About the Author
- Connect with HMH on Social Media
“Well, he’s seen your faces. You’ve tied him up and threatened him. You don’t think someone like him will forgive and forget that, do you?”
Nita’s jaw clenched. He wouldn’t.
Kovit voiced her thoughts. “Fabricio’s right, Nita. He’s seen too much. He has to die.”
Nita didn’t really care that Martin had to die. She’d been planning to kill him from the start. What she cared about was that she’d been manipulated into committing a murder she had no stake in. She’d been used, played, and tricked into doing Fabricio’s dirty work.
“Fine.” Nita’s voice was hard. She’d had enough of this. “Kill him.”
“No, wait—” Martin cried, but the sound was cut off by a sickening crack.
Kovit released Martin’s head, and it lolled at an impossible angle, eyes staring.
Nita turned to Fabricio. “He’s dead now.”
“Yes.” Fabricio’s gaze was glued to Martin’s body, something cold and hard in his eyes. “Thank you.”
“Now you’re going to give us the information we need.”
“Yes,” Fabricio agreed. “I’ll break you into the office, I’ll put in the password, you can take whatever information you want. I don’t care. Rob the company blind.”
Nita narrowed her eyes, and Kovit watched them both with wary eyes, as though afraid not just of what plan Fabricio might have up his sleeve, but what Nita might do about it.
“Fine,” Nita said, not trusting him at all. “Lead the way.”
Thirty-One
THEY LEFT THE HOTEL, leaving Martin’s dead body still bound and gagged in the chair. Nita would clean it up later. Her fingers ached for a scalpel, and her hand twitched involuntarily. What she wouldn’t give to just spend a few hours crawling through this man’s chest cavity, ripping out his organs and putting them in jars, all clear lines and still bodies.
She’d only dissected a few hours ago, but it felt like an eternity—the calm and stillness it had brought had been shattered by the real world, with its noise and tricks. There were no clear lines and still faces in living people. Just lies and scams and deception.
Fabricio, instigator of those lies, walked slightly ahead of her out of the hotel and onto the street. The sun shone down on him, making the golden brown highlights in his hair gleam. He tipped his head back and looked up at the sky and smiled, as though a great burden had been lifted from him.
Nita scowled. A great burden had been lifted from him, and he’d conned Nita into doing it. Her eyes narrowed as she watched him, wondering what else he had in store for her and Kovit. He’d said he’d get them in and give them the password, but she didn’t trust him, not at all. Had she ever?