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awful."
"They
were probably just in love. It does strange things to creatures of all kinds, I
guess."
Yeah,
like causing an intelligent, well-adjusted career woman to make an utter fool
of herself. And she had felt just like the frogs during the police
interrogation, choking on the emotion that had led her into becoming the
perfect patsy
Shep
accelerated to pass an old farm truck on the long, isolated road and waved as
they went by The driver responded in kind.
Losing
herself in thought, she closed her eyes and leaned back against the headrest. Heavenly
Father, what am I going to do? Gram would tell her to trust in the Lord,
but Deanna hadn't let go of the controls of her life in ages. Snatched from her
hands by circumstance and her poor judgment as they'd been, it didn't look like
she had any choice now.
***
"That
dame is gone like the wind. I swear, boss, I have no idea how she slipped
through our fingers and the cops." The caller in the phone booth
off the interstate that led to Great Falls hoped the poor connection combined
with the roar of passing trucks would cover the fear cracking his voice. No one
disappointed the boss and lived to tell about it.
The
ominous silence on the other end thundered in the man's ear. He had to break
it. "She musta slipped outta the parking garage when I went to the john. I
mean, it was just me, ya know?"
"Were
you also in the john when Majors blew himself up in his own car?"
The
caller's pulse accelerated. It wasn't his fault. He'd followed the man all over
the city and watched in shock as the car exploded for no apparent reason.
"Nobody knows what happened there. Nobody... not even the
police."
"But
they will find out. Then I'll have to find out from them, because my own men
are incompetent." His boss's words were as void of emotion as that
rabbit-eating snake he kept as a pet in his penthouse suite.
At
the moment, it felt like the cold-blooded creature was slithering through the
caller's veins, approaching a heart seized still as one of the hapless animals
the creature fed upon.
"Look,
boss. I can't help it if my partner ate some bad Chinese and I had to answer
nature's call."
"Of
course not. It's perfectly understandable." The man even hissed his s 's
like a bloomin' snake when he talked slow like that.
"Yeah,
well I appreciate that, sir. I surely do." But did the big man really
understand? The caller looked at his reflection on the dirty glass of the
enclosure, certain he looked into the face of a dead man. He ought to just hang
up and split, head for some place like Florida or Mexico. Except that the man
on the other end of the phone had a long reach. Birds of a feather worked together,
and this lethal breed lived all over the world.
"I'll
take over from here. It's time I called in a favor from a colleague in the DEA.
When I know something concrete, I'll contact you. In the meantime, you and your
partner stand by for my call."
So
did the command mean go back and wait for a message by phone or from a gun? The
boss man ordered murders with the same tone he asked for coffee refills, which
he drank as black as his temperament when provoked.
"Oh,
and don't eat any more Chinese food till this is over."
"You
got it, boss. I don't even like the stuff."
The
man in the booth wiped his forehead, wishing he felt as at ease with things as
his tone suggested. With friends on both sides of the law in and out of Canada,
there would be no escaping retribution if the man on the other end of the phone
wanted it. Sheesh, who could help having a sick partner or going to the john?
"We will find her," his superior said. It wasn't a reassurance. It was
stated as nothing less than a fact.
"I'll
be waiting to hear from ya." Using his right hand to steady his left, the
caller hung up the phone. He shivered, despite the warm spring evening. All the
man could do was pray that Deanna Manetti and the money would be found soon,
distracting the drug lord from petty matters like him. He might get
"They
were probably just in love. It does strange things to creatures of all kinds, I
guess."
Yeah,
like causing an intelligent, well-adjusted career woman to make an utter fool
of herself. And she had felt just like the frogs during the police
interrogation, choking on the emotion that had led her into becoming the
perfect patsy
Shep
accelerated to pass an old farm truck on the long, isolated road and waved as
they went by The driver responded in kind.
Losing
herself in thought, she closed her eyes and leaned back against the headrest. Heavenly
Father, what am I going to do? Gram would tell her to trust in the Lord,
but Deanna hadn't let go of the controls of her life in ages. Snatched from her
hands by circumstance and her poor judgment as they'd been, it didn't look like
she had any choice now.
***
"That
dame is gone like the wind. I swear, boss, I have no idea how she slipped
through our fingers and the cops." The caller in the phone booth
off the interstate that led to Great Falls hoped the poor connection combined
with the roar of passing trucks would cover the fear cracking his voice. No one
disappointed the boss and lived to tell about it.
The
ominous silence on the other end thundered in the man's ear. He had to break
it. "She musta slipped outta the parking garage when I went to the john. I
mean, it was just me, ya know?"
"Were
you also in the john when Majors blew himself up in his own car?"
The
caller's pulse accelerated. It wasn't his fault. He'd followed the man all over
the city and watched in shock as the car exploded for no apparent reason.
"Nobody knows what happened there. Nobody... not even the
police."
"But
they will find out. Then I'll have to find out from them, because my own men
are incompetent." His boss's words were as void of emotion as that
rabbit-eating snake he kept as a pet in his penthouse suite.
At
the moment, it felt like the cold-blooded creature was slithering through the
caller's veins, approaching a heart seized still as one of the hapless animals
the creature fed upon.
"Look,
boss. I can't help it if my partner ate some bad Chinese and I had to answer
nature's call."
"Of
course not. It's perfectly understandable." The man even hissed his s 's
like a bloomin' snake when he talked slow like that.
"Yeah,
well I appreciate that, sir. I surely do." But did the big man really
understand? The caller looked at his reflection on the dirty glass of the
enclosure, certain he looked into the face of a dead man. He ought to just hang
up and split, head for some place like Florida or Mexico. Except that the man
on the other end of the phone had a long reach. Birds of a feather worked together,
and this lethal breed lived all over the world.
"I'll
take over from here. It's time I called in a favor from a colleague in the DEA.
When I know something concrete, I'll contact you. In the meantime, you and your
partner stand by for my call."
So
did the command mean go back and wait for a message by phone or from a gun? The
boss man ordered murders with the same tone he asked for coffee refills, which
he drank as black as his temperament when provoked.
"Oh,
and don't eat any more Chinese food till this is over."
"You
got it, boss. I don't even like the stuff."
The
man in the booth wiped his forehead, wishing he felt as at ease with things as
his tone suggested. With friends on both sides of the law in and out of Canada,
there would be no escaping retribution if the man on the other end of the phone
wanted it. Sheesh, who could help having a sick partner or going to the john?
"We will find her," his superior said. It wasn't a reassurance. It was
stated as nothing less than a fact.
"I'll
be waiting to hear from ya." Using his right hand to steady his left, the
caller hung up the phone. He shivered, despite the warm spring evening. All the
man could do was pray that Deanna Manetti and the money would be found soon,
distracting the drug lord from petty matters like him. He might get
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