Tenderloin (Abby Kane FBI Thriller) by Ty Hutchinson

Author:Ty Hutchinson [Hutchinson, Ty]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Mystery/Thriller
Publisher: Gangkruptcy Press
Published: 2013-06-03T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 35

In a flash, Malcolm’s left hand shot out and clamped tightly around Julio’s neck. Elan watched as Julio fought uselessly to free himself by pulling down on Malcolm’s arm with both of his hands. Cold horror snaked into Elan’s body. “Let him go!” he shouted. Again and again he ordered Malcolm to stop, but nothing he said seemed to have any affect.

Malcolm continued to squeeze, and Julio’s movements had begun to slow. Elan turned to the ex-FARC general, only to find him entertained by it all.

“Señor Zapata, your men—order them to help,” Elan pleaded.

Zapata ignored him, his eyes glued to the show unfolding before him. This was Malcolm’s debut. Zapata wanted his money’s worth. And he didn’t mind seeing Julio Ortega get what was coming to him, either. The man had been like an annoying mosquito buzzing around him for months, and Zapata had been dying to slap him down.

The color in Julio’s face was fading as Malcolm literally squeezed the life from his body. By now, his movements had all but stopped.

Elan was desperate to do something, but what? And before another thought could rattle around inside his head, before he could take another step or utter another plea, Malcolm jerked hard on Julio’s neck.

Elan felt it in the center of his chest, the dull sound of bone snapping. At the same time, he watched Julio’s neck turn at an unnatural angle.

Malcolm held on to Julio for a moment longer before dropping his lifeless body to the cold floor. As he unbuckled the last strap holding him in place, a large grin stretched across his face. Free from his restraints, he walked to the observation window and focused on Zapata. “He was the weaker of the two, don’t you agree?”

The general responded with a slow nod.

For the next hour or so, the two conversed. Malcolm told Zapata about his abduction and how, in the beginning, he was fearful of his life and did whatever he was told. But when he was injected with the drug, his submissive ways had shaken themselves free of him, like wringing water from a cloth. He suddenly had an opinion, a need to hear his voice, to air his ideas. The drug boosted an attribute the Ortegas never considered: confidence.

“My entire life, I was a follower,” Malcolm said. “For once, I feel like the alpha male, the one others want to be around.”

He continued to tell Zapata about his days at the lab, focusing now on his newly acquired abilities, which he was very happy to display. The general ordered a desk be put in the room on the promise that Malcolm would not hurt or kill whoever delivered it. In return, Zapata was treated to a show of strength as Malcolm tore the desk apart with his bare hands.

The show continued, even with Julio’s body lying on the floor. Every so often, Malcolm would step over him as if he were a child’s toy left out. Elan seemed to be the only one disturbed by this.

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