Fire in the Hole by Gardner Francis Fox

Author:Gardner Francis Fox [Fox, Gardner Francis]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Action Adventure, America, Erotica, mafia, Mystery, sexecutioner, Suspense, Southwest, Vintage Sleaze
Publisher: Gardner Francis Fox Library
Published: 2019-08-31T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SIX

I came off the toilet seat like a missile off its launching pad. I rammed into his body while it was still in the act of falling. My hands caught his gun wrist and hammered it against the floor.

“Goddamn bitch,” he snarled.

I brought the top of my head down against his nose. He yelled. I kept hammering him with my red-haired noggin as he tried to squirm free. His gun-hand loosed its hold on the revolver, and he lifted both hands to grab my hair.

For a second, I thought he’d tear out that hair by its roots. Tears came into my eyes. I made a V for victory sign with the forefinger and middle finger of my right hand and drove my red fingernails into his eyes.

He screamed, his body thrashing.

His hands let go of my hair to clasp his eyes.

I chopped down at his throat with the edge of my hand, in a blow that would have splintered wood. You can kill a man this way, I wanted to kill this bastard, but I wasn’t sure whether I’d done so. All I knew for sure was that he was out cold.

I got to my feet, looked down at him. He was still alive, he was breathing fitfully. I looked at his cannon, then away. I didn’t want to shoot him; the shot would make too much noise. Then I saw the potty.

My hands grabbed his jacket. I dragged him back into the bathroom, sliding him along the shag rug. I lifted him, bent him over, and stuck his face down into the water.

I held him there a long time.

When I let go of him, he was dead. Drowned.

No sound, you see. I straightened up, took a couple of lungsfull of air, then ran for the lobby. Whoops! Forgot, in my hurry to get away. Back into the bathroom I went, searched the jacket and trousers pockets of the dead man, and came up with a wallet. Nothing more except some car keys.

I stuffed them into my Gucci bag, snatched up the Gold Cup, and let myself very carefully out of the apartment. Common sense told me the Mafia buttons would come up in the elevator, so I used the stairs.

I didn’t dare use the lobby for fear I might meet the Mafia men who were coming to get me. I ran out the back way and up a narrow alley where refuse cans were stacked. I stepped out onto the sidewalk and did some fast walking.

I had contacted the Family, all right. With a vengeance. But how did it help me? I thought about that while I searched the streets for a cruising taxi, without luck.

My feet carried me into Glendale before I felt it was safe enough to telephone Kev to come and get me. He was full of questions.

As I paced up and down, waiting, I went over everything that had happened in my mind. I told myself that maybe it wasn’t a total loss, after all.

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