Barracuda by John W. Mefford

Author:John W. Mefford [Mefford, John W.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: action thrillers and adventure, Suspense thriller, stunning suspense, shadow conspiracy, blistering action, suspense thriller books best sellers, spy thriller books
Published: 2023-05-10T16:00:00+00:00

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One foot slipped off the top of the wall, and I fell to my knees.

The man below me repeated, “Ręce do gory!” Put your hands up!

More blinding light. I peeked through my fingers. Sitting in a golf cart in the alley, a large man held a flashlight in one hand, a pistol in the other. Both were shaking. Not a cop, probably private security. Like a mall cop. The man was in poor shape and had probably never before encountered a dangerous criminal during his patrols. Not that I was. Well, maybe...

But that didn’t mean he couldn’t get lucky with the pistol. Or call in backup.

I surged from my crouch. Spun as though I held a discus and hurled my backpack full of pork sausage toward the light. The man released a high-pitched shrill. The cone of light bounced wildly. The gun dropped from his hand, clanging off the golf cart.

Without hesitation, I bolted out of my position, raced down the top of the six-inch-wide wall—never once doubting my balance.

“Stop!” he yelled in English.

The light swept over me before splashing across the landscape. I became disoriented. My equilibrium wavered. I slowed, extending my arms to steady myself. My heart thumped. I wondered how long it would take him to find his gun and fire it.

“I will shoot!”

He’d found it.

I ran faster, my sights on the corner of the wall. Prepared to make a big jump to clear the shrubbery on the other side of the wall, my toe snagged a rigid vine, and down I went. Buried in a thornbush. With every thrashing movement, it felt as though I was being stung by a hundred bees.

A rumble of a small gas engine. The security guy was back in action. With a final thrust, I pushed out of the tangled thornbush, got to my feet. But the flashlight beam had found me.

If I took off down the weeded alleyway, the man could easily follow in his golf cart—and I would be in plain view. His chances of hitting me with a bullet was maybe thirty percent, but it was still thirty percent too high.

I bolted in the other direction, through the darkened brush that bordered the Krol home, moving toward the front. With vines and leaves littering the space, I had to high-step it the entire way. One leg cooperated, the other felt like an ice pick was stabbing at my hip.

I grunted with each painful step, the opening to the front of the estate up ahead. An instant adrenaline boost. I glanced over my shoulder. Security was coming after me—on foot! I’d win this race with two bad hips.

I gave it one final surge and emerged from the woods.

Freedom.

Looked behind me. The man was still hoofing it through the woods. I took off in a semi-sprint, my left leg dragging behind me as I raced toward the street. Once I made it across, I planned to cut through another section of woods and reach my car.

Pumping my arms to maximize my weakened stride, I rounded the shrubs and.

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