Hit List by Jack McSporran

Author:Jack McSporran [McSporran, Jack]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Inked Entertainment

Chapter 17

Maggie doused her captive with a bucket of ice-cold water.

“Wake up.”

Her voice echoed against the naked walls of the abandoned warehouse they’d hauled up in for the interrogation. It wasn’t as secure a location as Maggie would have liked, but she doubted Samuel would have many of his people looking for him. He didn’t have the level of resources or loyalty from his people that someone like Ivan Dalca benefited from. Samuel’s men were work-for-hire at best.

Still, she had Leon keep watch through one of the slatted windows at the entrance in case their presence alerted the police or any of the homeless who called the surrounding area home. He’d done well playing his part as EMT, though he’d needed to sit and catch his breath after they’d dragged an unconscious Samuel into the building.

“I said, wake up!”

Maggie emphasized her words with a hard slap to the face this time, which seemed to do the trick. Samuel Thomas awoke, a thick droplet of saliva dripping from his gaping mouth as he sucked in a deep, panicked breath.

Eyes blinked open, and for a moment, Samuel appeared confused. Considering the drugs Maggie shot into his system, he should be. Imitating a heart attack wasn’t the safest method of extracting a target, but it certainly did the trick, and no one would be shocked at the man’s sudden health turn, given his physique and party-boy lifestyle he’d continued well into his forties. A bad bump of cocaine or an overzealous encounter with a lover could have been enough to cause a heart attack in a man like Samuel.

“Where am I? What’s going on?” he slurred. Samuel moved his arm and the rattle of chains chinked together. His stare sharpened when he spotted the chains attached to the metal cuffs securing his wrists, fully awake now that the reality of his current situation settled in.

Thanks to one of the many sex shops in Amsterdam, it wasn’t difficult to gather a few supplies to keep up Celine’s persona. Securing Samuel against the support pillar hadn’t been easy given all the dead weight, but the three of them managed to pin him in place without too many bumps to Samuel’s head.

Maggie paced in front of him, back in character now that he was awake. Celine’s hand wrapped tight around the leather handle of the whip she held, from which sprouted multiple tails.

“I’ll ask the questions, Monsieur Thomas.”

Her heels clicked against the stone floor like a ticking clock, counting down the minutes until Samuel broke and told her what she needed to know. How long that would take depended on him.

“What is the meaning of this?” Samuel practically spat the words, spittle spurting from his mouth with the water that drenched him from head to toe. While it wasn’t winter, night had fallen and the temperature with it, which would only add to Samuel’s discomfort.

“Tell me everything you know about Ivan Dalca’s operation.”

“I told you already, the Brits have him detained.”

Maggie inspected the whip, running the individual tails through her gloved fingers.

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