Alexander's Treasure (Sam Reilly Book 22) by Christopher Cartwright

Author:Christopher Cartwright
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Ashton Publishing Group
Published: 2020-09-20T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirty-Two

The Frogman opened the door seconds later.

In his right hand he gripped his Manurhin revolver, its level barrel pointing outward, scanning the room, ready to fire. His eyes were wide with adrenaline as they scanned the studio apartment. He had a strange expression on his face. A mingled mixture of shock and morbid curiosity. He was intrigued to hear Sam had tried to commit suicide, but the warning bells were going off in that part of his brain that had been acutely sharpened and honed during his time in special forces. His eyes locked onto Sam, who appeared to be hanging by the noose.

The Frogman swore. “Don’t die, you bastard!”

Sam waited. He was quite the actor. Holding his breath for good measure, he knew his face would have taken on the mottled view of someone choking.

In his hands, behind his back, he grasped something that would change everything. His key to escape and revenge.

Wait for it.

Be patient.

Let him come to you…

Sam watched as the Frogman holstered the revolver, quickly replacing it with a long-bladed knife from his belt. The transition was almost instantaneous. One instant Frogman was ready to shoot him, expecting a ruse, and the next, he was terrified that his captive was going to die – and by the look in his expression, that was almost as bad as him escaping.

Sam suppressed the urge to act.

He waited. His heart thumping in his chest. Behind his back, he gripped the electrical wire in his hand – an extension cord, plugged into the mains. It was meant to be for the portable heater. And now it was about to become a deadly weapon.

Sam let his knees buckle.

The hangman’s noose quickly took his weight. For a split second he thought he’d made a mistake. As pressure was applied to the top of the coiled loops, the final knot – what appeared to be a stopper knot, but was in fact a slip-knot – performed its task admirably.

The thread pulled through, and the entire thing unraveled.

Sam fell to his knees on the desk.

Frogman stopped. His face morphing from an expression of vacant confusion, through to fear, before finally landing on some sort of understanding of the truth – Sam Reilly had outmaneuvered him.

Sam grinned.

Frogman recovered fast, reaching for his revolver.

But Sam was faster. He dropped the end of the electrical cord into the water on the floor beneath the desk.

Frogman’s eyes darted to his feet. It was the first time he’d noticed the sloshing of water around his boots. They were military boots. Lots of rubber. But lined with strands of copper to help discharge static electricity, which could be deadly on board a submarine. Now, they were about to do their job with equal diligence, sending electricity from the ground, across his rubber boots, and up into his body where it could provide the maximum amount of damage.

In a split-second Frogman saw the entire plan. Plastered across his face was abject fear and something Sam hadn’t seen before – defeat. Realization struck Frogman.

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