Fear City by Wilson F. Paul

Author:Wilson, F. Paul [Wilson, F. Paul]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Mystery & Detective, General, Supernatural, Thrillers, Fiction, Occult & Supernatural
ISBN: 9781466859807
Publisher: Macmillan
Published: 2014-11-11T08:00:00+00:00

9

“Jesus cunting Christ!” Burkes said as he surveyed the carnage. “It’s like William Tell meets Sweeney Todd!”

“Hey, watch it,” Jack said. “That little girl was very dear to me.”

He looked at Jack and must have seen the truth of that in his face, because he held up his hand, palm out, and said, “Easy, lad. I meant no disrespect to your fallen.”

After his call to Burkes—telling him the address and obliquely conveying that he’d encountered two people who’d been involved with their mutual friend—Jack had found a couple of dropcloths to cover Bonita and Rico. But the way the arrows stuck up under the cloths disturbed him, so he’d cut off the shafts just above the skin. Not an easy task because they were made of some kind of composite over an aluminum core. Took a hacksaw to get the job done.

He’d left Brajko Klarić where he’d fallen.

Jack had cooled by the time Burkes arrived with his two bodyguards or whatever they were, all three wrapped in hooded rain parkas. Without a word they’d fanned out through the garage, taking it all in.

Burkes pointed to Rico’s draped form. “Another friend?”

Jack nodded.

Burkes wandered over to where Brajko Klarić sprawled with the three arrow shafts jutting toward the ceiling from the eyes and mouth of his blood-coated face.

“And this, I take it, was not a friend.” He showed Jack a tight, grim smile. “Had a wee bit of a temper tantrum, did we?”

“Yeah. A wee. His license says his name is Brajko Klarić.”

“Sounds Croatian. Anything else?”

Jack handed him the semiautomatic. “He was carrying this.”

Burkes turned it over in his hands. “Piece of crap Tokarev. Goes with the name. And what’s his part in our drama?”

Jack hadn’t mentioned the fob when he’d called. He pulled out Klarić’s keys and handed them over.

“I found this in his pocket.”

Burkes gave him a questioning look as he took the keys. He turned the fob over. He dropped the Tokarev as he stared. Then he looked up at Jack, his lips working but making no sound.

Jack nodded. “Yeah, I know.”

The unspeakable was … unspeakable.

Burkes averted his eyes as he handed back the keys. “Here. It’s giving me the boak.”

He took a couple of deep breaths, then kicked Klarić’s body so hard it came off the ground.

“Cunt!”

A few more deep breaths, then he approached Reggie. Rico had had plenty of duct tape around, so Jack had virtually mummied his torso into a chair. He looked pale and weak and sweaty and frightened and miserable. Perfect.

“And who’s this minger?”

“He’s the Reggie I told you about—owner of the bow and the arrows. He’s the guy who used Cristin as a target.”

More deep breaths, then, “I’ll get no closer. We need him in one piece.” He turned to Jack. “So there were two of them?”

“At least. Maybe more. We need to find out.”

“Aye. That we do.” He gestured around at the carnage. “How’d you manage all this? How’d it all come about?”

Jack hadn’t wanted to risk telling him on the phone so he gave him a quick rundown.

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