Remorseless by Patching Will

Author:Patching, Will [Patching, Will]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Psychological Thrillers, Thrillers, Psychological, thriller, Mystery, Noir, Thrillers & Suspense, Mystery; Thriller & Suspense, Murder, Suspense, Crime, Literature & Fiction, Crime Fiction, Serial Killers
Amazon: B007NK597Y
Goodreads: 41215525
Publisher: Will Patching
Published: 2012-03-09T08:00:00+00:00

Oh please, no! ‘You can take my car. It’s a Jaguar. You could see her tonight.’ The wheedling tone slithered from his tongue again.

There was no answer. He could hear the intruder fiddling with something, then he came back into view.

‘You naughty boy! Didn’t you know possession of Class A narcotics is a punishable offence? You’ve got enough here to deal! Is that how you got the dosh for this place?’ He laughed. ‘With this lot, you’d go down for years.’ He disappeared from view again and moments later John heard a loud sniff. Then another. ‘Nah. I’m all in. Think I’ll relax here for the night.’

The grotesque head hovered over him, cocked to one side, puzzled. ‘Dunno what to do about you though.’

John heard a ripping sound, then felt the gaffer tape being plastered to his mouth.

‘That’ll keep you quiet. Just while I go take a jacuzzi and think about it.’

***

John attempted to meditate again, but his discomfort and pain would allow him no peace. And sleep would not come. He dreaded the man’s return, but wanted to convince him he should be released. He tried to understand what was happening here, to make some sense of his situation.

Why would he keep me here? He doesn’t want me – he wants Judy. His hopes lifted.

Perhaps he thinks I’ll warn her. Will he leave in the morning? And will he release me, before he leaves?

The glimmer of hope faded. There was no way. And if the lunatic planned to hurt Judy, why not kill him? John had seen his face – would never forget it.

His mouth was parched, his tongue swollen in its search for moisture. There was none. He was dehydrated from the flight, and had only sipped a little wine since he arrived home.

He thought of New York, his inadequate staff and his mega deal, but his concerns were chased away by self-preservation and the instinct for survival. Suddenly he attained a perspective on life he had never achieved before. Money really was not that important.

Unless... He had to talk to this man. Befriend him. Tempt him. But how?

Eventually his mind ceased turning over. He slipped in and out of consciousness, delirious at times. Hours passed, but how many, he could not say.

He awoke with a start. Alert, immediately aware of his predicament.

The man was back. He ripped the gag off, none too gently.

John tried to speak, plead for water, unable to, his tongue filling his mouth, stuck to furred teeth, the gummy roof.

‘What’s that outside?’ Leech’s head was to one side, listening to the faint sounds of John’s tractor mower doing the grounds.

Leech’s speech was better now, barely impeded by his injuries, but John’s attempt at communicating was far worse.

‘What?’ Leech moved closer, straining to hear the word.

John tried again, making a massive effort just to squeak, ‘Gardener.’

‘You cunt! You didn’t warn me about him!’

John wanted to say, ‘You didn’t ask.’ The effort was too much, and anyway, he thought better of it, not wishing to receive another ferocious slap.

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