“Welcome back,” I taunted. “Do you have anything you’d like to say?”
Oliver’s eyes widened and he started trying to backpedal. “I’m sorry! I’ll talk! Just don’t—ahhh!” he screamed when I tapped the screen and sent another jolt to the electrode stuck to his taint.
“Tell me why you fucked with the security system at our rental property.”
“That wasn’t me!”
The room was filled with another scream when I increased the intensity and zapped his balls. “We already know it was you. Answer the question,” I ordered and poised my finger over the screen.
“I don’t know!”
Zap.
“Please, stop. I really don’t know. Brett told me to do it. He didn’t tell me why,” he cried.
Zap.
“You’re lying. So help me, I will keep going until your balls are completely fried if I have to.”
“Maybe he needs a little more incentive,” Batta suggested. I increased the intensity and simultaneously sent currents to both electrodes attached to him.
Oliver promptly screamed, then puked all over himself. He was panting and gasping through the tears and snot running down his face. “Okay, okay,” he sobbed. “My dad’s girlfriend paid me to do it.”
I knew what he was going to say, but I had to ask. “Who’s your dad’s girlfriend?”
“Spring Lawson,” he cried as he shifted and scooted around in the chair like he could somehow escape the electrodes.
“Why was Brett in the house?”
Oliver swallowed audibly and hung his head. “He was supposed to hide drugs in the house.”
“Why?” I barked.
“It was a shit-ton of smack. Spring didn’t want it to get stolen or to get caught with it,” he spewed.
“So, she paid you to tamper with the security system so Brett could enter the house undetected and stash your junk. How the hell were y’all planning on getting it back?” I asked.
“Spring knew who lived there and knew her work schedule. She said she’d tell us when it was time to go get it.”
I studied him for several minutes as I thought about what to ask next. Finally, I decided one question was more important to me than any others. “Did you know who lived there?”
“N-no. I asked once, but Spring wouldn’t tell us,” he said.
“Are the drugs still there?” Bronze asked.
Oliver grimaced and shook his head. “No. My dad made me go get it after Brett died.”
“Bullshit! I redid the alarm after the police left. There’s no way you got into that house,” I roared and zapped him again.
“Ahhhh! No! No! Please!” he begged and squeezed his eyes closed as he braced for more pain. “I ran in right after the officers left. I’d been watching the house and waiting for a chance to go in.”
“How’d you even know about Brett?”
“He was supposed to go get a baggie or two from the stash. When he didn’t come back or answer his phone, I went over to see what was going on. I saw them bringing someone out in a body bag and knew it was Brett. He never could wait to get his fix.”
Batta took my place and wrapped his hand around Oliver’s throat. “You’re answering the questions; I’ll give you that. But you’re not telling us everything. Start fucking talking or I’m gonna put that shit on full blast.”
Oliver sucked in a shaky breath and visibly shuddered. “My dad was Spring’s dealer, until she became his girlfriend so she could get her shit for free. A few weeks ago, my stepmother went out of town and Spring thought my dad was with her. Spring was pissed when she found out and stole some of his product. She said she didn’t do it, but it couldn’t have been anyone else besides her. Dad told her not to come back without the product or the cash to replace it. She replaced it and told us to hide the rest. I don’t know where it came from. I swear I don’t know!” he blubbered.