The Toy Box by K.N. Casper

Author:K.N. Casper
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Mills & Boon
Published: 2004-03-15T00:00:00+00:00

THE KINGPIN HANDED OVER a six-pack of imported beer. A quality brew, not that his lackey cared. Bud would do him just fine. Beer wasn’t what really mattered, anyway. The guy was in it for the money, nothing more. That, at least, he could appreciate.

He kept his manner mild, but he had no doubt the other man caught the menace behind it. “You screwed up.”

“I did the same thing I did last time.” The response was defensive, as it should be. “It worked with Vogel. Engler changed plans at the last minute. There was nothing I could do.”

That was true enough, but it wouldn’t get him off. “Why wasn’t he killed?”

“He was at a lower altitude than Vogel when his engine conked. The guys with him said he sensed something was wrong before it happened.”

The boss sipped from a hip flask. “It leaves us with a problem. Engler is still alive. So is Manning.”

“Messing with the fuel won’t work a third time.”

“You’ll have to come up with something else.”

The other man remained silent. The kingpin washed down his expensive cognac with a mouthful of beer. Maybe it was time to get rid of this underling. He had a handgun with him. He could probably shoot him in the head and make it look like suicide or a gangland slaying. Like Cisco.

“What do you want me to do?” the guy asked nervously, as if he understood what was going through his benefactor’s mind.

“Nothing for the time being.” He was working on another plan to get the branch chief and her senior pilot out of the way. “Just keep your eyes and ears open and your mouth shut.”

The harshness of the command had the other man retreating against the door of the vehicle, though he couldn’t go far. The master control for the locks was on the driver’s side.

“I have no reason to say anything to anyone,” he reminded his boss.

“That’s right, you don’t. And don’t ever forget it. You caused the death of Mack Robbins, a federal official, so don’t entertain any notions of going to the police.”

Dimwit wasn’t likely to do that. He knew the kingpin’s identity, but the only reward the authorities were likely to give him if he squealed was life in prison instead of the death penalty. Not much of a bargain. Still, desperate people were known to do desperate things. Putting the fear of God into him would ensure his silence for a bit longer, which was all that was needed.

“I told you last time, I’m cool.”

Then why are you sweating? his superior was tempted to jeer. But why rub it in? They both knew he was scared. The key was to make sure he was more scared of him than of the law.

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