No Shelter (Holly Lin, No. 1) by Swartwood Robert & Frost Z. Constance

Author:Swartwood, Robert & Frost, Z. Constance [Swartwood, Robert]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Frost Press
Published: 2010-12-31T16:00:00+00:00

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They force me to put my hands behind my back. Then they put the plastic zip-tie around my wrists. Next thing I know I’m being shoved into the backseat next to a large man with a double chin and a cane who smells like cheap cologne.

He barely even looks at me.

Reed and Boylan get into the car. Reed slides into the driver’s seat, starts the engine, and then we start driving though the garage.

“Boris?” I ask.

He turns his head slightly, looking at me out of the corner of his eye. He says nothing.

“Where are you and Rocky and Bullwinkle taking me?”

Still no answer.

“You know, you’re a lot fatter than I pictured.”

He’s much faster than he looks. One moment his hand is on the tip of his cane; the next it flies up to backhand me across the face. Then it’s back on the tip of the cane, like it never moved at all.

Boylan shifts in his seat, glances back. “Just shut the fuck up, Holly. Okay?”

We drive up the ramp to the exit. Reed pauses for the gate to open.

As it does I play around with the zip-tie. When they placed it around my wrists I’d balled my hands up into fists and kept them together. Boylan hadn’t seemed too worried about it, because otherwise he would have noticed this gives me more room when I move my hands so the wrists are touching. It doesn’t give me a lot of room, but it gives me some, enough to start working the zip-tie.

The gate opened completely, we drive out into the rain.

“So where are we going?”

Nobody answers.

“You seriously don’t think Philippe isn’t going to figure this out?”

Still no answer.

I think about it a moment, then say, “Unless Philippe is in this with you guys too.”

Then I shake my head, say, “No, he wouldn’t be that corrupt.”

I say, “Philippe is a good guy. A true good guy. Not a poser like you fucks.”

Boris does his lightning-quick handwork again. This time I’m ready for it and turn my head away. His backhand hits me in the ear. And because it hits me in the ear, he grunts with frustration and punches me again, this time in the ribs.

We turn down one street, turn down another. I have no idea where they’re taking me. All I know is that when we get there they are going to kill me.

I keep working at the zip-tie behind my back.

“At least tell me what the appeal is. From what I could see, Xerxes isn’t all that charming. Why would you guys want to be in his pocket?”

Reed brings the car to a stop at a traffic light. He flicks the turn signal on.

I stare out my window, at the cars parked along the street, at the lights in the stores. “Abraham and Kenneth. Delano never had anything to do with them. At least, he never had men try to come in and kill you all.”

The light changes. Reed presses his foot down on the gas, bringing us into motion again.

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