The Devil's Syndicate by Chris Draper

Author:Chris Draper [Draper, Chris]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-12-20T22:00:00+00:00

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“Move an inch and I'll blow a hole in your back.” Said a deep voice behind Hawk and he knew it was the voice of the man he'd seen earlier. “Now drop that case and the bag.” The man pushed the gun deeper into Hawk's back and he did as he was told and slowly lowered his rifle case and duffel bag to the ground, then raised his hands back up.

“Take out that gun from the holster on your waist and lay it beside you.” The man commanded and Hawk did so, slowly placing the gun on the ground without looking behind him. When he stood back up the man started patting him down and took out the damaged cellphone from his side pocket. “Bet you thought I wouldn't find that did you? Now move forward and don't step out of line.” He gave Hawk a firm shove to move then led him to the front of the building where they walked over some crushed stone to a large blue steel entrance caked over with rust on the sides.

“Open it.” The man ordered and Hawk did so, stepping inside with his hands still up. It was gloomy and damp in there with only a few lights above providing any illumination, but he could see three men seated in front of him. Two were on a couch and one was sitting in a large chair. The man on the chair stood up first with a surprised look on his face.

“What have we here?” Byron said with a smirk and Travis and Etaro stood up from the couch and came beside him. “An unwelcome guest?”

“I found him sneaking around outside.” Cleetch said and shoved Hawk in front of Byron. “He might be a cop or something. I found him carrying this stuff.” He tossed the handgun and the broken cellphone on the coffee table in front of Byron.

“I'm not a cop--”

“Shut your mouth.” Cleetch said and shoved him again and this time he stumbled forward and fell down on his right arm. Hawk slowly picked himself up and focused his attention on the man in front of him with the dark hair and scar running down his cheek.

“So you're not a cop.” Byron said examining the cellphone. It had extensive water damage and would no longer turn on. He then picked up the handgun from the table and inspected it in his hand. “Then I hope you have a good reason for sneaking around carrying this kind of toy. You could get in a lot of trouble doing something like that around here.”

Hawk lowered his hands, looked at the three men sitting there. They looked like the kind of guys he'd busted back in the Vice squad, the kind of guys that hung around strip joints or biker bars. Hard men with rotten pasts that usually wound up in prison as soon as they were 18.

“I've been trying to find you guys for sometime.” Hawk said and noticed the eyebrows go up on all of them.

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