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servants. Never knew one that could drive a nail straight,” he growled. “Frederickson, I need to know what I’m dealing with here.”
Grant looked over at Maddy.
She sat with a dazed look, staring down at her hands folded in her lap. “Killian's.”
“What? What did she say?” Rudy wanted to know.
“Buttermilk pancakes. Killian's. French Quarter,” she murmured.
“French Quarter?” Grant asked her gently. “As in New Orleans?”
Rudy cast a troubled look into the rear view mirror, then angled the car toward the freeway entrance ahead. The Toyota leapt onto the I-10 west entrance ramp, sparks flying from the fender.
“Take it easy with my car,” Grant snapped.
“Hey, you’re the reason I’m driving this piece of shit. So unless you want to go back and get my Mercedes for me…” Rudy’s phone rang and he snatched it off the seat. “Yeah? Tino! Hey, what’s the word?”
On the other end of the phone, a heavy-set black man blotted sweat off his bald head with a Whataburger napkin. From behind the wheel of a taxi cab, he watched the red and blue strobes of a half dozen police cruisers surrounding Torres’ garage. He snapped a switch on his dash and the “off-duty” sign lit up on the roof of the cab.
“I’m over here at the garage on Harbor,” the taxi driver told Rudy. “Looks like we’re being raided. Cops are crawling all over like flies on road kill. What are we supposed to do now, man?”
Rudy sighed heavily and glanced up in the rear view mirror at Grant, who watched Maddy with concern.
“Fall back to Jerome’s until we hear different.” Rudy snapped the phone off and flung it to the passenger seat. “Hold on to something.”
The Toyota rolled roughly onto the emergency turnaround in the center esplanade of the highway and accelerated into the flow of traffic headed east down Interstate 10.
“What are we..?” Grant began.
“You made a call to the cops, didn’t you Frederickson?” Rudy asked, flashing a hard look back at Grant.
Grant blinked in confusion at the man in the front seat. “Call about what? Why are we going back?”
“Are you going to tell him or should I?” Maddy suddenly asked from the backseat.
Rudy flashed a dark look back at Maddy. “When you need to know a piece of information, I’ll enlighten you.”
“That’s not very nice,” Maddy grumbled, then turned to Grant. “We’re going to New Orleans.”
The Toyota dove to the shoulder of the highway, kicking up a cloud of dust.
With a grim expression on his face, Rudy twisted around to face Maddy over the back of the front seat. “Tell me how you could possibly know that?”
Maddy exchanged a look with Grant but remained silent.
Rudy stormed out of the car, pulled Maddy’s door open and pulled her roughly from the vehicle.
Grant leapt out behind her and seized the arm holding Maddy.
The other man lashed out with an open hand and cuffed Grant across the face.
Grant fell to one knee, covering his nose.
Shoving Maddy to the ground, Rudy took a position next to the open back door. “Get in,” he told Grant.
Grant removed his hands and looked at his open palms, surprised not to find blood. Taking Maddy by the hand, he gently helped her to her feet and steered her back to the car.
Rudy grabbed Grant by the neck and shoved him back up against the car.
“Do it,” Grant hissed through constricted throat. “You came all this way to kill me. What are you waiting for?”
Blinking down at Grant, Rudy slowly loosened his grip.
“He can’t,” Maddy commented, watching Rudy cautiously. “His boss gave him orders not to touch you.”
“Shut up!” Rudy snapped, releasing Grant and striding over to Maddy.
Suddenly, Grant stood between them. “Get in the car, Maddy,” he told her.
“No,” Rudy stated.
“We are not leaving this girl out here in the middle of nowhere,” Grant replied, staring Rudy directly in the eye. “Now
Grant looked over at Maddy.
She sat with a dazed look, staring down at her hands folded in her lap. “Killian's.”
“What? What did she say?” Rudy wanted to know.
“Buttermilk pancakes. Killian's. French Quarter,” she murmured.
“French Quarter?” Grant asked her gently. “As in New Orleans?”
Rudy cast a troubled look into the rear view mirror, then angled the car toward the freeway entrance ahead. The Toyota leapt onto the I-10 west entrance ramp, sparks flying from the fender.
“Take it easy with my car,” Grant snapped.
“Hey, you’re the reason I’m driving this piece of shit. So unless you want to go back and get my Mercedes for me…” Rudy’s phone rang and he snatched it off the seat. “Yeah? Tino! Hey, what’s the word?”
On the other end of the phone, a heavy-set black man blotted sweat off his bald head with a Whataburger napkin. From behind the wheel of a taxi cab, he watched the red and blue strobes of a half dozen police cruisers surrounding Torres’ garage. He snapped a switch on his dash and the “off-duty” sign lit up on the roof of the cab.
“I’m over here at the garage on Harbor,” the taxi driver told Rudy. “Looks like we’re being raided. Cops are crawling all over like flies on road kill. What are we supposed to do now, man?”
Rudy sighed heavily and glanced up in the rear view mirror at Grant, who watched Maddy with concern.
“Fall back to Jerome’s until we hear different.” Rudy snapped the phone off and flung it to the passenger seat. “Hold on to something.”
The Toyota rolled roughly onto the emergency turnaround in the center esplanade of the highway and accelerated into the flow of traffic headed east down Interstate 10.
“What are we..?” Grant began.
“You made a call to the cops, didn’t you Frederickson?” Rudy asked, flashing a hard look back at Grant.
Grant blinked in confusion at the man in the front seat. “Call about what? Why are we going back?”
“Are you going to tell him or should I?” Maddy suddenly asked from the backseat.
Rudy flashed a dark look back at Maddy. “When you need to know a piece of information, I’ll enlighten you.”
“That’s not very nice,” Maddy grumbled, then turned to Grant. “We’re going to New Orleans.”
The Toyota dove to the shoulder of the highway, kicking up a cloud of dust.
With a grim expression on his face, Rudy twisted around to face Maddy over the back of the front seat. “Tell me how you could possibly know that?”
Maddy exchanged a look with Grant but remained silent.
Rudy stormed out of the car, pulled Maddy’s door open and pulled her roughly from the vehicle.
Grant leapt out behind her and seized the arm holding Maddy.
The other man lashed out with an open hand and cuffed Grant across the face.
Grant fell to one knee, covering his nose.
Shoving Maddy to the ground, Rudy took a position next to the open back door. “Get in,” he told Grant.
Grant removed his hands and looked at his open palms, surprised not to find blood. Taking Maddy by the hand, he gently helped her to her feet and steered her back to the car.
Rudy grabbed Grant by the neck and shoved him back up against the car.
“Do it,” Grant hissed through constricted throat. “You came all this way to kill me. What are you waiting for?”
Blinking down at Grant, Rudy slowly loosened his grip.
“He can’t,” Maddy commented, watching Rudy cautiously. “His boss gave him orders not to touch you.”
“Shut up!” Rudy snapped, releasing Grant and striding over to Maddy.
Suddenly, Grant stood between them. “Get in the car, Maddy,” he told her.
“No,” Rudy stated.
“We are not leaving this girl out here in the middle of nowhere,” Grant replied, staring Rudy directly in the eye. “Now
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