Pink Lady (Jack Daniels Book 23) by J.A. Konrath

Author:J.A. Konrath [Konrath, J.A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-12-16T00:00:00+00:00

JACK

Destiny, Colorado

While I held my gun to The Cowboy’s face, Phin gave her a thorough frisk, pulling an ankle derringer, a folding knife, a cell phone, some cash. Then he held her wrists while I cuffed her hands from behind, and we dragged her into our backyard, through the patio doors, and into the kitchen.

“You okay?” I asked my husband.

“You mean after throwing myself off our roof and body slamming this nutjob like The Macho Man Randy Savage?” He switched to a Macho Man voice. “I’m freakin’ awesome.”

“Your pinky is a little, uh…”

Phin looked at his hand and noticed his little finger had a knuckle bending the wrong way. It was shaped like an L.

“Oh. Shit. That’s not right.”

“I hope it hurts,” The Cowboy said.

I shoved the barrel of my Smith & Wesson up her balaclava, into her nostril hole. “You want to target my family, you bitch? The only reason I’m not caving your skull in right now is because there’s a child in the house.”

“You can go ahead and do it, Mom.” Sam was standing in the doorway. “I know all about her. Ann Steinhoffer. Known as The Cowboy. She’s a torturer and a murderer. She almost killed you, and she hurt Uncle Herb and Uncle Tequila. It’s highly unlikely she can be rehabilitated by the justice system. The humane thing to do with a rabid dog is to put it down.”

“She’s a real sweetheart,” Ann said.

“Get the first aid kit,” I told Sam.

We sat Ann down in a metal kitchen chair, and Phin used his good hand to hold a gun on her while I duct taped her ankles to the chair legs. I also taped her thighs to the seat, so she couldn’t stand up. The chair was well-made, solid, strong.

“And now… now I’m starting to feel it a little,” Phin said while staring at his crooked finger, beads of sweat on his forehead.

“Want me to snap it back into place?”

“I’ll do it myself when Sam comes back. I want her to see how tough I am.”

“You’ve got quite the dysfunctional little household here, Jack,” Ann said. “Maybe I should give child protective services a call.”

I tugged her balaclava down, revealing her twisted, scarred face.

“Where’s Alex?”

“Alex who?”

I felt my rage flare up, but I held it together.

Phin was right. I’m struggling to maintain control.

I can do this. I can remain detached.

I used to be a professional. Time to see if I still have it in me.

Sam came back with the first aid kit and opened it on the table.

“Do you want a shot of lidocaine, Dad?”

“A number one badass doesn’t need lidocaine,” he said, holding his finger and abruptly yanking it straight.

The cracking sound made my soul wince.

I watched the color drain from my husband’s face, and I helped ease him into a chair before he passed out. Then I prepared a syringe of anesthetic and gave his rapidly swelling pinky an injection.

Sam gingerly put an aluminum finger splint on him and wrapped it loosely with gauze.

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