Equalizer by Michael Sloan

Author:Michael Sloan
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: BearManor Media
Published: 2020-11-01T19:41:59+00:00

16

Jerry Kilpatrick entered his ground-floor apartment in Murray Hill near the Empire State Building. He snapped on a lamp that sat on a coffee table beside the worn couch. He moved into the kitchenette and pulled out a beer. He unclipped his holster with the Glock 19 gun in it and dropped it on the coffee table. He sat on the couch, took a swallow of the Budweiser and let his head rest back. It had been a long shift of duty and Jerry was tired. He had a migraine that had started in his temples and got worse. He had been getting a lot of them these days.

He did not hear the small sound behind him.

It had not fully registered with him, but it should have. He knew that most cops had a sense of jeopardy installed in them, but he thought that was just a myth. He had not heard anyone entering his apartment. The front door was locked and latched.

An arm snaked around Jerry’s throat. Before the young detective could even move the intruder had him in a headlock, pressing down tightly against his forehead. Jerry writhed under the choking hold, but he was completely incapacitated. His eyes flicked to the coffee table where his Glock 19 sat in its holster.

McCall said softly: “Don’t even think about it. You’d be dead before you got as far as the end of the couch.”

For emphasis, McCall jammed the headlock tighter. Jerry would lose conscious quickly if he did not ease up on him. McCall noted Jerry’s pale eyebrows, quite startling in the shadows. Another detail that Alexa Kokinas had nailed for him when she had described her attackers.

“I am going to talk to you,” McCall said quietly, “and you’re going to listen. Or I can snap your neck. Your choice.”

Jerry writhed some more, but there was no way of breaking the stranglehold on his throat. He stopped struggling, breathing hard.

“I’m going to ease off on you now,” McCall said, “but you won’t be able to move. If you do, I will tighten the hold and you will pass out. Do you understand? Just nodded if you do.”

Jerry nodded. McCall eased up on the pressure on Jerry’s throat. He made sure the young detective was breathing again. “Deep breaths. Calm your nerves. Can you do that?”

Jerry nodded again. He found his voice, which was raspy with his throat constricted.

“Who the hell are you?”

“No one you would want to know. Here is the part when I talk. I know that you are a police officer at the 16th Precinct in Manhattan. Transferred there maybe six months ago. You come from a long line of Police Officers. Your father was a cop for thirty-six years and your grandfather as well. That is a proud tradition. You were the newest recruit of Frank Macamber’s elite force. But there was nothing elite about them. They are dirty cops who take graft and are dealing drugs and paybacks. But maybe not you. You were along for the ride.

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