[2013] Flash by Tim Tigner

Author:Tim Tigner [Tigner, Tim]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Thriller, Mystery, Suspense
ISBN: 9781979173544
Amazon: B00F240FDG
Barnesnoble: B00F240FDG
Goodreads: 35653936
Publisher: Vontiv Publishing
Published: 2013-09-07T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter 52

Sharks

FARKAS WATCHED the second hand on his stateroom clock make the sweep that would turn two fifty-nine to three AM. He had tried to sleep for a couple of hours after sending Troy and Emmy to bed, but it was a lost cause. The knowledge that he would be feeding his guests to the sharks come sunrise, kept the sandman from calling.

He was glad that he had gone the extra mile to learn how Troy and Emmy had gotten back on Luther’s trail. Tattoos. A couple of lousy henna tattoos. It was a clever and insightful insurance policy—but one that would disappear when their feet did.

As an added bonus, Farkas now knew Luther’s bank account number. He had memorized it when Emmy showed him the bottom of her foot. One step closer …

As the second-hand hit twelve, Farkas rose from his queen-size bed, his eyes fully adjusted to the dim recessed light that bathed the entire yacht. He grabbed his special camera and crept toward Troy and Emmy’s sleeping quarters. Given the gusting wind, sloshing waves, and ever-present hum of the dual Mercury inboard motors, Farkas found it easier to creep unnoticed about a moving yacht than any home. He would keep that in mind when planning future wipes.

Farkas paused outside the forward stateroom for a moment to listen. He pictured the stateroom’s triangular layout in his mind. It consisted of little more than two twin beds and some storage, all arranged in a V-shape along the curvature of the ship’s prow.

He heard no sound.

Farkas donned his custom sunglasses, gripped the doorknob, and began to turn. Troy and Emmy’s heads would both be about seven feet in front of him when he entered. He would step in and shut the door loudly behind him in order to wake them with the noise and get them looking in his direction. Then he would hit them with the UV-C flash.

This time, they would awake on a reef infested with sharks.

This time, there would be no miracle escape.

The knob stopped turning. He took a deep breath, and threw open the door. He stepped in and slammed the door behind him. The blankets neither moved nor rustled. For a second he worried that his plan to inebriate them had backfired. Then he felt the cord bite into his neck.

Attempting to whirl about, Farkas felt the noose constrict. He dropped the camera and brought both hands to his neck, only to feel something hard crash into the back of his head.

~ ~ ~

When Farkas awoke, his head was pounding and his neck was on fire. He was seated in an aluminum chair, his forearms bound to the armrests with duct tape. The noose Troy had snared him with still encircled his neck. As he tested his bonds, the cord began to tighten.

“Stop moving your legs. You’re only choking yourself,” he heard Troy say.

Understanding at once that they had tied the end of the noose to his ankles—a tactic he and his brothers had often used to interrogate Serbs—Farkas pushed his feet back under the chair.

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