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Authors: L.T. Ryan
Tags: Mystery & Thrillers
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first time you’ve been in danger if you’re hanging around with men like this.”
She said nothing. The sobs stopped, but she held tight.
“Jasmine, get her hidden. There’s a fourth man. I think he’s in the cellar. We need to detain him. We need to question him.”
Jasmine grabbed the woman and led her to the back door. She came back and said, “OK, Jack. Let’s get him out of there.”
They walked back into the kitchen and Jasmine pulled the door open while Jack covered the opening.
“Come on up,” Jack said into the opening. “Don’t make me come down there. Come up with your hands up.”
The man in the cellar didn’t respond. Shuffling sounds floated up the stairs.
“If I have to come down there, I’ll shoot you. I know you heard the gunshots up here. All of those shots killed your partners. They are all dead. Do you want to join them?”
The man in the cellar started talking in a foreign language. Jack didn’t understand what he said. He looked back at Jasmine.
She nodded.
“He’s cursing in Russian.”
Jack shrugged.
“Last chance,” he said and then he turned to Jasmine and spoke loud enough that the man in the cellar could still hear him. “Cover me. You see him, you shoot.”
Jack took two steps down the stairs.
“I’m coming up. I’m coming up,” the man said. “I’m unarmed.”
Two hands appeared from behind the wall and the rest of the man followed.
“Take your shirt off and drop your pants,” Jack said.
The man did and appeared to be unarmed.
Jack stepped out of the cellar stairway and motioned the man up. He had Jasmine cover him and then he went to the bottom of the stairs and grabbed the man’s things. He also cleared the cellar and reported to Jasmine that it was empty. He climbed the stairs and threw the man’s clothes at him.
“Get dressed.”
“Jack,” Jasmine said. “We need to get out of here. Let’s get him to the car. You sit in back with him. We’ll interrogate him somewhere else.”
“Where?”
“Hell, I don’t care. The woods. A fast food bathroom. Anywhere but here.”
Jack looked around.
“They’re all dead. What’s the rush?”
“The intel,” she said. “The report was that there were five men.”
The man smiled and nodded.
Jack swung his free hand and punched the man in the jaw. Then he grabbed him and dragged him out of the house. They crossed the street, made two left turns and got in the car. Jasmine drove and Jack sat in the back seat with the Russian man.
Igor started banging against the trunk and kicking the back seat as soon as the car started moving.
13
Bear woke up to the sound of voices above him. The voices weren’t directed at him, but he knew they were talking about him. He opened his eyes and scanned the compact room. A yellow tinted fluorescent light illuminated the space. A man and woman sat on opposite sides of him. They were dressed in dark blue pants and wore white button up shirts. They wore light blue latex gloves. ID cards were pinned to their shirt pockets. The room shook and bounced and a siren wailed. A red light reflected off a surface outside and strobed across the ceiling. He tried to sit up but couldn’t move. He found himself strapped down.
“What’s going on?” he asked in a cracked voice.
“Just relax, Mr. Logan.” The woman wrapped a blood pressure cuff around his arm just above the elbow.
Bear processed the situation and searched his memory for clues as to how he ended up here. He was in an ambulance. His head hurt like hell. He suffered head trauma. It might be severe. He was strapped down because they feared a spinal injury. A cold sweat broke out over his arms and chest and forehead. He wiggled his toes and clenched his hands into a fist. Everything worked. He exhaled. Relieved. He thought back to the moment he sustained the injury. He had been hovering over Mr. Jones dead body. A blow to the head. And then… Mandy. Fear flooded every cell in his body and his muscles
She said nothing. The sobs stopped, but she held tight.
“Jasmine, get her hidden. There’s a fourth man. I think he’s in the cellar. We need to detain him. We need to question him.”
Jasmine grabbed the woman and led her to the back door. She came back and said, “OK, Jack. Let’s get him out of there.”
They walked back into the kitchen and Jasmine pulled the door open while Jack covered the opening.
“Come on up,” Jack said into the opening. “Don’t make me come down there. Come up with your hands up.”
The man in the cellar didn’t respond. Shuffling sounds floated up the stairs.
“If I have to come down there, I’ll shoot you. I know you heard the gunshots up here. All of those shots killed your partners. They are all dead. Do you want to join them?”
The man in the cellar started talking in a foreign language. Jack didn’t understand what he said. He looked back at Jasmine.
She nodded.
“He’s cursing in Russian.”
Jack shrugged.
“Last chance,” he said and then he turned to Jasmine and spoke loud enough that the man in the cellar could still hear him. “Cover me. You see him, you shoot.”
Jack took two steps down the stairs.
“I’m coming up. I’m coming up,” the man said. “I’m unarmed.”
Two hands appeared from behind the wall and the rest of the man followed.
“Take your shirt off and drop your pants,” Jack said.
The man did and appeared to be unarmed.
Jack stepped out of the cellar stairway and motioned the man up. He had Jasmine cover him and then he went to the bottom of the stairs and grabbed the man’s things. He also cleared the cellar and reported to Jasmine that it was empty. He climbed the stairs and threw the man’s clothes at him.
“Get dressed.”
“Jack,” Jasmine said. “We need to get out of here. Let’s get him to the car. You sit in back with him. We’ll interrogate him somewhere else.”
“Where?”
“Hell, I don’t care. The woods. A fast food bathroom. Anywhere but here.”
Jack looked around.
“They’re all dead. What’s the rush?”
“The intel,” she said. “The report was that there were five men.”
The man smiled and nodded.
Jack swung his free hand and punched the man in the jaw. Then he grabbed him and dragged him out of the house. They crossed the street, made two left turns and got in the car. Jasmine drove and Jack sat in the back seat with the Russian man.
Igor started banging against the trunk and kicking the back seat as soon as the car started moving.
13
Bear woke up to the sound of voices above him. The voices weren’t directed at him, but he knew they were talking about him. He opened his eyes and scanned the compact room. A yellow tinted fluorescent light illuminated the space. A man and woman sat on opposite sides of him. They were dressed in dark blue pants and wore white button up shirts. They wore light blue latex gloves. ID cards were pinned to their shirt pockets. The room shook and bounced and a siren wailed. A red light reflected off a surface outside and strobed across the ceiling. He tried to sit up but couldn’t move. He found himself strapped down.
“What’s going on?” he asked in a cracked voice.
“Just relax, Mr. Logan.” The woman wrapped a blood pressure cuff around his arm just above the elbow.
Bear processed the situation and searched his memory for clues as to how he ended up here. He was in an ambulance. His head hurt like hell. He suffered head trauma. It might be severe. He was strapped down because they feared a spinal injury. A cold sweat broke out over his arms and chest and forehead. He wiggled his toes and clenched his hands into a fist. Everything worked. He exhaled. Relieved. He thought back to the moment he sustained the injury. He had been hovering over Mr. Jones dead body. A blow to the head. And then… Mandy. Fear flooded every cell in his body and his muscles
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