Budapest48: A Ryan Lock Story by Sean Black

Author:Sean Black [Black, Sean]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Mysteries & Thrillers
Published: 2015-03-15T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Lock handed Yuksia his SIG P299, a round already in the chamber. He stepped back as she took up a Weaver stance and began to fire the first of the fifteen rounds in the magazine. She handled the recoil no problem, adjusting her aim slightly with each shot, and finishing with two tight clusters. The first cluster centered in the chest of the silhouette target. The second cluster of shots punched through the inverted triangle marked out in the center of the target’s head.

She ejected the empty magazine and laid the gun down on the bench. Next to it, her cell phone flashed with an incoming text message from Robertson. She picked up her cell, opened the message and palmed it to Lock so that he could read it.

The money transfer had been cleared and verified by the kidnappers. András had just taken the call. The kidnappers were ready to release the package. They were going to call with a location in a half hour. With no clue as to where it might be, Lock, Ty and Yuksia were to sit tight, ready to deploy at a moment’s notice.

Lock had met with the original driver that had been lined up after breakfast. He was middle-aged, a former city cop who smelled of stale beer and onions. He had the death pallor and yellow-edged eyes of a man whose first waking thought was of where his first drink was coming from. Lock wouldn’t have let him drive a bumper car at a fairground, never mind handle transport on a live operation.

With a last minute alternative hard to come and the clock ticking, Lock suggested that he drive the car while Yuksia navigated. Ty had shot him a look, which Lock had ignored. He did want to spend what little time they had left with her, but she was also a good fit for the job. Her English was impeccable, she had been calmer than most people under live fire, and he trusted her. She could also, from what he’d just seen, handle a gun if called upon to do so.

Ty strolled down from his lane at the opposite end of the range. His SIG P229 was holstered. He stood next to Lock as he inserted a fresh clip into his weapon, racked the slide, and holstered it.

“We good to go?” Ty asked Yuksia.

“Soon,” said Yuksia. “Shall we walk out to the car?”

Together, the three of them thanked the owner of the gun range, and strolled out past the reception area, down the long winding corridor, and out into the fresh early afternoon sunshine. It was cold but clear with blue skies overhead. Yuksia gave Lock to the keys her car and he climbed into the driver’s seat, pushing the seat back to adjust for his larger frame. Ty’s long legs meant he claimed shotgun. Yuksia climbed in back. Just as she settled herself in her seat, her cell phone chirped with a fresh text message.

Lock studied her puzzled reaction as she scanned the message.

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