Chapter 39

RYKER

I looked up at Deacon, still stuck in fear in my mind. "Who? What?" I asked, trying to take in the words he was saying to me. "Claud, we know who he is. The man Ivy mentioned on the phone. He was one of the men, that followed the mob guys around back at the Punisher. He was a tag along of sorts back then. It sounds like he has made it up in ranks since then." Deacon said slowly trying to get the words to sink in. "Wasn't he older? Kind of a sad case. Wanted to be bigger than he was?" I asked, realizing who he was talking about. At the point, I was more worried than before. Claud was a follower, a showoff, he wanted someone to pay attention to him. He would be extra loud, a showboat, more arrogant. In a situation like this, that is dangerous. Especially if he feels he has something to prove. I found myself hoping he had proved himself somehow already. Picturing his face close to Iris made me almost double over. "He's dangerous. We have to find her." My words came out more lik