No Prisoners: A Leon Cazador Thriller by Nik Morton

Author:Nik Morton [Morton, Nik]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781685491376
Publisher: Rough Edges Press
Published: 2022-08-22T16:00:00+00:00

Carlota’s face lit up when Leon entered his office; as always, she was pleased to see him. “Did you learn anything from Señor Iglesias?”

He removed his jacket and put it on the back of his chair. “All that I needed to know, actually.” He told her what had happened.

Impulsively, she embraced him. “Oh, that’s wonderful! Adriana must be ecstatic!”

“I must confess it was sheer luck.”

“You’re too modest. What are you going to do about Iglesias and his people?” She’d dropped the Señor, he’d noticed. The man didn’t deserve it.

“I intend paying him a return visit. Spoil his nasty operations.”

“Is that wise? Couldn’t you let the Guardia and the national police handle it?”

“I could. But… The delay officialdom imposes on search warrants and approvals and joint operations means they’ll be too late and the bad guys will get away.” He eased himself from her embrace and moved to the Juan Romero de Torres painting on the far wall. He swung it aside and quickly spun the combination and opened the safe.

He took out his Astra A-100 automatic snug in its black leather shoulder holster, and dumped it on his desk.

Then he strode over to the small closet in the corner of the office, opened it. He removed his shirt, bunched it in a roll and gave his underarms a swift wipe with it then dropped it in the wastebasket. From the closet he took a black silk long-sleeved shirt and put it on . He kicked off his shoes, unbelted his pants and replaced them with a black pair of cargo pants.

Carlota was unfazed. The first time he’d needed to change in a hurry, he’d asked her to go into her office. She’d complied but halfway through changing she’d entered with an urgent phone-call. “Don’t worry,” she’d said, “nudity is no big deal.” So this wasn’t the first time he’d undressed in front of her. Nor would it be the last, he suspected. He shrugged into his shoulder holster, checked the Astra and then the Colt in his ankle holster.

He selected a pair of black rock hopper neoprene shoes from a closet shelf and fastened them.

She delved into a filing cabinet and handed him two magazines for each gun.

He distributed them in the various pants pockets so they wouldn’t make a noise knocking against each other. Finally, he pocketed two pairs of latex gloves and a set of wire-cutters.

“I guess you’re ready to go?” she said, stroking his cheek.

“More or less.” He kissed her lips. Moist, as inviting as ever. “Don’t wait up.”

She sniffed. “That’s a laugh. You know I won’t get any sleep.”

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