Tell Me Lies: A completely addictive and unputdownable crime thriller (Detective Max Carter Book 1) by Ed James

Author:Ed James [James, Ed]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781838881634
Publisher: Bookouture
Published: 2020-01-21T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirty-Three

Holliday

Mason was in the passenger seat now, the pistol on his lap. “I chose to bring you. Don’t make me regret it.”

Holliday gripped the wheel tight, like it was Mason’s throat. “I’m not going to pull anything, believe me.”

Mason glared at Holliday. “I know you served your country. You were a medic, but I know what you’re capable of.” He picked up the pistol and inspected it. “I served too. They told us it was all about the greater good. Protecting our way of life, all that jazz.” He flipped the revolver open and checked the bullets. “But I also know how the guys in charge see people like me. On any mission, they know how many civilian deaths are acceptable. They know how many of their own men they can lose. Every American death in any of our wars, it can always be turned into political capital by people like you.”

“Is that what this is about—you’re an anti-war campaigner?”

Mason thought about it for a few seconds, his eyes losing focus. Then he snapped the chamber back and held up the gun. “Just don’t make me regret my choice.”

“I won’t.” Holliday pulled up outside the gated community. A long wall ran along the perimeter, rough stones cemented together, with flat slates lying on top. Very European. Harry Youngblood’s house was anything but, just about visible through the gate. The sort of McMansion that sprouted all over Seattle in the boom. “What do you want me to get from him?”

“You’re not going in alone. We’re going in together.”

“You heard him, right? He told me to come alone.”

“I heard him and I’m choosing to ignore it.”

No point arguing with him. “What evidence do you need?”

Mason stared into space. “I just need to know what happened that day. Every single detail. Who it was for. Why. What they did with them. And I need concrete proof.” He stared at Holliday. “Now, get us in there. I’m sure you’ll figure out how.”

Holliday rolled down the driver window and reached for the intercom button, pulse pounding his bones as he waited for a response. Any response.

The intercom crackled and a screen blinked into life. Harry Youngblood stared out, his cheeks red. Artfully messy hair, tie loosened. He took a drink of scotch from a tumbler, ice cubes rattling.

A buzzer sounded and the gate started rattling open.

Holliday pulled through the gate and drove toward the house. He got out first.

Mason caught up with him by the time he got to the door. “Remember, play it straight.” He stuffed the pistol in the back of his pants and tugged Delgado’s suit jacket down. Still a visible bulge, if you knew where to look.

The house door opened and Harry Youngblood leaned against the jamb, clutching that whiskey tumbler. Looked like he’d topped it off. Youngblood was freakishly tall, way over six and a half feet. He swirled his glass around, the ice cubes tinkling. “Told you to come alone, Senator.”

Holliday caught a nervous twitch from Mason. “This is John.

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