her lips as if giving it some thought. “Well, how worth my while would it be? And I don’t even know your name.”
“Tom. And I’d make sure you were happy with the transaction.” He reached into his coat and pulled out a wad of cash, rolled up with a rubber band. “Interested?”
“Where do you want to go?”
“I figured we’d get to know each other out back. If things seem agreeable, I’ll take you back to my place.”
“I don’t know. I’m not usually one to do those kinds of things.” Li’s pink tongue darted out and touched the corner of her mouth before vanishing quickly.
Tom chuckled. “I’m sure you’re a good girl, baby, but everybody’s got to live a little, right? C’mon… I’m safe.”
Li took his hand and allowed him to lead her through the smoky environs. They emerged into the alley behind the club, their surroundings lit only by a small flickering light bulb that was situated above the back door.
Tom wasted no time getting down to business. He pushed Li against the exterior wall of the building and his mouth found hers, his tongue pushing forcefully past her lips. She allowed him access, trying not to think about how jealous Cedric would be if he saw her now. Their relationship was still tenuous, given her free-spirited nature and his more traditional values but she didn’t want to intentionally want to hurt him.
Li gasped as Tom’s teeth scraped across her bottom lip. “Not so rough, lover,” she whispered.
Tom’s answer was a harsh laugh. He backed away, his hand vanishing back into his coat. “I’ll pay you for the pain, baby.” Instead of the wad of money, however, his hand came back with a small vial of a clear liquid. Now Li was fully on alert, given the fact that the previous victims had been murdered out in the open and had never called for help, Gravedigger assumed that they were being drugged somehow.
Tense and ready for action, Li suddenly froze in relief. From the shadowy rooftop descended a figure draped in red, white and black. She wielded a sword like it was an extension of her body and landed in a crouch that she quickly sprang out of.
Tom whirled about, his mouth dropping open as he came face-to-face with Sovereign’s most fearsome vigilante: Charity Grace, the woman known to the underworld as Gravedigger.
If this were Lazarus Gray or any of the other heroes in the city, Tom would have been brought to justice and questioned so that they could understand how and why he had done these awful things.
Gravedigger had no time for that.
Charity Grace had been a down-on-her-luck thief before she’d broken into the home of Josef Goldstein. She’d died that night, shot by Goldstein himself, but she’d been revived in her own coffin, awakened by the mysterious Voice. It had offered her a second chance at life but only if she would agree to be its servant on earth, striking down all those who would prey upon the innocent. She was given three years before she would be judged again. If she washed away the sins that weighed upon her soul, she would be freed of her burden. But if she were found wanting, eternal damnation awaited.
As such, Gravedigger was all about action. She frankly couldn’t care less what sickness had driven Tom to butcher these women. All she wanted was to stop him.
As such, Tom had only a second of regret. Then Gravedigger was in motion, her sword whistling through the air. The blade cut easily through flesh and bone, separating the murder’s head from his shoulders.
Tom’s body and head hit the ground within seconds of each other.
Blood sprayed onto Li’s face and she sputtered in annoyance. She looked down at her ruined clothing and sighed. “I go through more dresses working for you.”
Gravedigger lowered her weapon and shrugged. “I pay you enough to buy new ones.”
“What if he was just carrying handcuffs in that bag of his and the vial was just booze?” Li wiped blood off her face with the back of her hands, watching as
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