Lieberman's Law by Stuart M. Kaminsky

Author:Stuart M. Kaminsky [Kaminsky, Stuart M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-1-4804-0018-4
Publisher: MysteriousPress.com/Open Road
Published: 2012-12-14T20:16:00+00:00

ELEVEN

BERK LOOKED AT THE WEAPONS on the table. He wore a flannel shirt with a black tie and a faded denim vest. He walked down the line of neatly laid out Uzis, handling each one, picking it up and examining it professionally while his host stood back watching, showing nothing.

“They aren’t the best,” Berk said putting down the last weapon and looking at the faded velvet scroll with wooden handles. “A little old.”

“They don’t have to be the best,” his host said. “They have to leave a trail, perhaps a difficult trail, but a trail back to our mutual enemy.”

Berk put his hand on the Torah. He did not like the man he was dealing with. Berk had caught the man more than once twisting his scarred face into a look of distaste when Berk’s back was supposedly turned. This Arab was, in fact, not much better than the enemies they were planning to kill. Once this was over, truly over, he would see to it that this man had a fatal and painful accident. Not just because he was an Arab, but because there was no choice. The man was crazy. Berk smiled. He had often been accused of being mad himself. But he had carefully calculated that image and let his temper go when it suited him. Mr. Grits had seen through it to the man with whom he could make a deal. Here was Berk standing in front of a table of automatic weapons, planning mass murder, looking as if he could barely control his temper. Berk who had maimed and murdered and knew there had been times, many times, when he had been possessed by inspiration or madness but those times were brief. Through his normal day, even when he was making a passionate speech, Berk was in control of himself. He believed in Berk. The Arab had a cause, too; he was a true believer. But he could make mistakes and lead the police to Berk and the Mongers.

“I know,” Berk said. “I want it quick, easy, and no mistakes. Better firepower would make it easier.”

“But not accomplish our goal.”

Berk nodded and unrolled the scroll slightly. He looked at the fancy lettering and decorations. He knew it was in Hebrew. Some of his people thought it told stories about how Jews were supposed to kill and even eat the children of their enemies as sacrifices to God. Berk was no fool. He had actually read the first five books of the Bible in English and found them not particularly interesting or threatening.

Berk was over thirty. He was growing tired of these games, this anger. It wasn’t that he had given up his beliefs in the superiority of the clean, white race. That was true. That was something no one would ever change his mind about. And it wasn’t that he was afraid. On the contrary, if anything he cared less about getting hurt now than he did almost eight years ago when he began. The simple high of facing down a crowd of Jews or niggers was coming less frequently.

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