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Wesson in the other. Now stand up, reach into your pocket, and toss my badge and phone on the bed.”
Lyndell glared at me but didn’t move. I aimed the Glock at his junk. “Smart money says I won’t think twice about shooting you in the balls. Want to call my bluff?”
Lyndell rose slowly. He was seething with anger, and I wondered if he’d be enraged enough to make a move.
“I know you don’t like taking orders from a chick, but don’t be stupid. I’m playing nice. Believe me, you don’t want to see me when I’m pissed off.”
It took a moment before he tossed my badge and phone onto the bed.
“Excellent. Now step outside.”
He continued to scowl at me as he dragged his bum leg out of the hovel. I tucked Lyndell’s gun into the waistband of my slacks and kept my Glock aimed at him while I grabbed my stuff.
“Back to the boat,” I said, shouting the order to him. I kept ten paces behind him and had the Glock aimed between his shoulder blades. He was enormous across the back—it was a bull’s eye I’d never miss.
“You’ll never find your way back across the ’glades,” he said angrily.
“Oh yeah, just watch me.” I knew he was right, but I didn’t have to find my way back on my own. All I had to do was stumble upon another boater. A huge part of the Everglades is a national park. There were pretty good odds I’d bump into someone with a compass and an ounce of human kindness.
Lyndell’s pant leg was soaked in blood, but he was a mighty oaf, and I wasn’t worried about him not being able to make his way back to the boat. Our surroundings looked completely different in daylight. It was only a few minutes before we came to the clearing and the small jetty to which the fan boat was tied.
“That’s as far as you go.” I stopped Lyndell before he could approach the jetty. I kept the gun trained on him as I climbed aboard the boat.
“You gonna leave me here like this? After I treated you like a gentleman.”
Really? I think he has a rather broad definition of gallant behavior.
“I could have—”
I interrupted him. “You think you’re scoring points with me because you didn’t attack me? Look, I know how the pecking order works. The only reason you didn’t rape me was because Donovan would’ve had your head. I doubt that Donovan is the type to be satisfied with sloppy seconds.”
“He’ll kill me now for sure.”
“As I said, life expectancy isn’t particularly long in your line of work.” I still had the gun aimed at him while I found and pushed the start button. The huge fan came to life with a surge of wind and noise. Now if only I had a clue as to how to drive one of these things. I was staring at the controls when Lyndell lurched toward the boat.
I crouched in a combat stance while simultaneously bringing my gun into position. A shot rang out. It wasn’t mine. Whoever had fired was playing for keeps. Lyndell took a bullet in the chest and collapsed backward, splashing into the water.
Chapter Fifteen
“Rick?” I looked over my shoulder and saw him looking through the scope of a rifle. Smoke was still rising from the barrel. “What the—”
He lowered his rifle and turned to face me. It took a moment for my astonishment to wear off, and then I jumped into the water to see if Lyndell was dead. The giant gator knew he was gone before I did. I saw the beast moving toward us. I couldn’t tell whether the gator was looking at Lyndell or me, but he was moving as if someone had just set down a steaming dish of gator grits. I raced toward the jetty before I became part of his breakfast. Rick’s hand was outstretched, waiting to pull me out of the water.
“Where the hell did you come from?” I said as soon as I was safely on the jetty. I was soaked. Rick ogled me as if I was a contestant in a wet tee shirt contest (for all intents and purposes, I was). Still staring. One Mississippi. Two Mississippi. Still staring. Three … “Hey! Snap out of it. I asked you
Lyndell glared at me but didn’t move. I aimed the Glock at his junk. “Smart money says I won’t think twice about shooting you in the balls. Want to call my bluff?”
Lyndell rose slowly. He was seething with anger, and I wondered if he’d be enraged enough to make a move.
“I know you don’t like taking orders from a chick, but don’t be stupid. I’m playing nice. Believe me, you don’t want to see me when I’m pissed off.”
It took a moment before he tossed my badge and phone onto the bed.
“Excellent. Now step outside.”
He continued to scowl at me as he dragged his bum leg out of the hovel. I tucked Lyndell’s gun into the waistband of my slacks and kept my Glock aimed at him while I grabbed my stuff.
“Back to the boat,” I said, shouting the order to him. I kept ten paces behind him and had the Glock aimed between his shoulder blades. He was enormous across the back—it was a bull’s eye I’d never miss.
“You’ll never find your way back across the ’glades,” he said angrily.
“Oh yeah, just watch me.” I knew he was right, but I didn’t have to find my way back on my own. All I had to do was stumble upon another boater. A huge part of the Everglades is a national park. There were pretty good odds I’d bump into someone with a compass and an ounce of human kindness.
Lyndell’s pant leg was soaked in blood, but he was a mighty oaf, and I wasn’t worried about him not being able to make his way back to the boat. Our surroundings looked completely different in daylight. It was only a few minutes before we came to the clearing and the small jetty to which the fan boat was tied.
“That’s as far as you go.” I stopped Lyndell before he could approach the jetty. I kept the gun trained on him as I climbed aboard the boat.
“You gonna leave me here like this? After I treated you like a gentleman.”
Really? I think he has a rather broad definition of gallant behavior.
“I could have—”
I interrupted him. “You think you’re scoring points with me because you didn’t attack me? Look, I know how the pecking order works. The only reason you didn’t rape me was because Donovan would’ve had your head. I doubt that Donovan is the type to be satisfied with sloppy seconds.”
“He’ll kill me now for sure.”
“As I said, life expectancy isn’t particularly long in your line of work.” I still had the gun aimed at him while I found and pushed the start button. The huge fan came to life with a surge of wind and noise. Now if only I had a clue as to how to drive one of these things. I was staring at the controls when Lyndell lurched toward the boat.
I crouched in a combat stance while simultaneously bringing my gun into position. A shot rang out. It wasn’t mine. Whoever had fired was playing for keeps. Lyndell took a bullet in the chest and collapsed backward, splashing into the water.
Chapter Fifteen
“Rick?” I looked over my shoulder and saw him looking through the scope of a rifle. Smoke was still rising from the barrel. “What the—”
He lowered his rifle and turned to face me. It took a moment for my astonishment to wear off, and then I jumped into the water to see if Lyndell was dead. The giant gator knew he was gone before I did. I saw the beast moving toward us. I couldn’t tell whether the gator was looking at Lyndell or me, but he was moving as if someone had just set down a steaming dish of gator grits. I raced toward the jetty before I became part of his breakfast. Rick’s hand was outstretched, waiting to pull me out of the water.
“Where the hell did you come from?” I said as soon as I was safely on the jetty. I was soaked. Rick ogled me as if I was a contestant in a wet tee shirt contest (for all intents and purposes, I was). Still staring. One Mississippi. Two Mississippi. Still staring. Three … “Hey! Snap out of it. I asked you
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