Bloodshot: Kingdom of Shadows (Kindle Worlds) by Janz Jonathan

Author:Janz, Jonathan [Janz, Jonathan]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2013-10-28T16:00:00+00:00

Lazarus heard a woman call, “Danky, could you run out and get me some more Grey Goose? I’m fresh out.”

Moving in the direction of the woman’s voice, Lazarus turned back to the bodyguard, eyebrows raised. “Danky?”

The bodyguard put on a tough expression. “Name’s Ed Danks.” Then, under his breath, he added, “I always tell her not to call me that.”

“It’s cute,” Lazarus said, stopping before they entered what appeared to be an indoor poolroom. “Why don’t you introduce us, Danky?”

“Shut up,” Ed Danks muttered on the way past.

They followed Ed Danks into a surprisingly large pool area that was so warm and humid Lazarus’s skin was instantly filmed with perspiration. It felt okay, though. His body had been sorely overworked over the past few hours combating the bullet wounds, the fractures and bruises he’d sustained from his five-story leap, and of course the severe trauma he’d sustained from the delivery truck collision. After all that, the sultry air was soothing.

There were two women poolside; one was very young and apparently sleeping. A Cosmopolitan magazine lay open on her face, shuddering slightly with her breathing. She wore a skimpy black bikini and had spilled a drink and its umbrella stirrer on the concrete beside her chaise lounge.

On another lounge chair closer to them a raven-haired woman who looked like she was in her early thirties lay on her stomach, her eyes closed and her face resting on her folded hands. Inches from her face sat a small rectangular box with slightly rounded corners. It reminded Lazarus of a miniature computer tablet, except in this one the screen was a blaring white light that made his eyes hurt.

“Hi, Danky,” the woman on her belly said. “Did you find my Grey Goose?”

Ed Danks’s tone was respectful. “Uh, Mrs. Carboni? There’s someone here needs to talk with you.”

“If it’s my husband, you can tell him to go to the casino tonight. I’m not in the mood for physical contact. At least not with him.”

Danks blushed, appeared to study his shoes. “It’s not your husband, Mrs. Carboni. It’s … somebody else.”

Languidly, Mrs. Carboni turned her head and opened her eyes. She cocked an eyebrow up at Lazarus, her face coming to life.

“I assume you’re the somebody else?” she said.

“I’m Michael Lazarus,” he said. “And this is my associate, Malcolm.”

“That’s not your name,” she said. “Your name’s Angelo Mortalli.”

Lazarus kept his expression neutral.

She propped up on an elbow, revealing ample breasts that her one-piece swimsuit struggled to contain. She seemed to inspect him. At length she said, “You’re paler than you used to be, but I like you better this way. You’re harder … stronger. Like you don’t drink as much.”

“What’s your name, Mrs. Carboni?”

“You don’t remember me, do you?” she said.

He thought about it. “Not really.”

“We met a couple times before they set you up. I thought you were good-looking, but like I said, a bit soft around the edges. Even though you were a hitman.”

He nodded at the glowing rectangle of light. “What is that thing?”

“It’s my happy light,” she said.

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