Executioner 057 - Flesh Wounds by Don Pendleton

Author:Don Pendleton
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Gold Eagle
Published: 2013-02-12T05:00:00+00:00

11

"Keep the gag real tight!" Detroit yelled at Baby John. "We don't want the bitch screaming and bringing in the whole goddamn neighborhood."

Baby John tugged the dishtowel tighter, jerking Allison's head back sharply as he tied the knot. She was bound to the wicker chair with thick yellow rope from the store downstairs. The left side of her face was puffy around a bony white lump, stretching her skin so taut across her cheek that the freckles disappeared. Her left eye was swollen shut.

"Gonna teach you a little lesson." Detroit laughed. He raised the point of the throwing knife to Allison's face, ran it lightly across her forehead, circled her one good eye.

Belinda and her college friend wore sickly pale expressions as they sat cross-legged in the corner.

The two hardcases that Dante had sent were sitting at the dining-room table sharing a bucket of Kentucky Fried Chicken. They watched Detroit with dead eyes, occasionally licking their fingers and grinning.

Dolph Connors sipped his fifth can of beer. His eyes were slightly blurry, his lips were loose.

Carly, the soap star, squirmed with delighted anticipation. She watched the whole scene like a starving woman devouring a feast.

Bolan and April sat quietly on the sofa. Waiting.

Occasionally they spoke, whispering beneath the noise of the stereo.

"What about Allison?" April said, her head down.

"She's a trained agent. I hope she can hold out until Dante gets here."

"And if she can't?"

Bolan fell silent. There was nothing he could do except mentally construct his death list. But when the time came, first Detroit, then Dante. The more he got to know these people, the longer that hit list would grow.

Detroit leaned down, his face inches from Allison's. He bared his teeth in a repulsive grin. "Well, I guess I know why you were always so prim when I tried to make it with you. I thought you were a dike. Now I find out you're a Fed."

She stared back through her one open eye. Pain clenched her damaged face, but her eye gleamed with defiance. Broken but not bowed; Bolan noted her attitude with admiration.

"Any time now, J.D. Dante will be struttin' through that door, baby. And he ain't gonna treat you nice like me. He can get real mean." Detroit ran the tip of his knife along her bare inner thigh to the hem of her shorts. Tiny white scratches etched into her freckled skin. "The thing is, sweets, you're gonna talk sooner or later. The only question is, how much irreparable damage will there be when it's over?" He nodded at Baby John, who quickly removed the dishtowel gag. "Now, it would look good to my boss, ole J.D., if I already had the information before he got here. You dig? So maybe you can tell me how much you passed on to your piggy buddies?"

"I didn't have a chance to report in yet," Allison muttered. "Not since last month."

Detroit shook his head, began tapping the point of his knife on the knob of her broken cheek.

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