The Wilson Mystery Omnibus by Mike Knowles

Author:Mike Knowles [Knowles, Mike]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: FIC022000, Fiction, Mystery, General, Mystery & Detective, Hard-Boiled, Organized Crime, Detective and mystery stories, Noir fiction, Canadian Fiction, Canadian Literature, Suspense
Publisher: ECW Press
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THREE

When the adrenaline receded I became suddenly aware of the pull from under my gown. The catheter line was taut, and the pain radiated into my core. I had no idea how the plastic line was forced into me, and I learned the hard way, after one painful pull, that there was some sort of anchor inside my bladder holding the tube inside me. However the tube was locked in place, the bag couldn’t come with me. I pawed Igor’s pockets looking for a knife but found only car keys. I used the sharpest key to saw at the tube just above the bag. It took thirty seconds for the dull key to wear down the medical plastic. I threw the bag in a medical waste disposal box and gave removing the tube one last try. The catheter retracted with my pull, and I grunted as each centimetre of the tube came free. When the catheter was all of the way out, I saw that the anchor that once held it in place was now a flaccid balloon tinted pink with a sheen of blood and urine.

Free from the catheter, I wasted no time stripping Igor. Within minutes, I was wearing his fashionable jeans and leather jacket. I also felt the bulge of his wad of cash in the pants and the weight of his revolver under my new belt.

Igor was unconscious in my gown. I bent at the waist and picked him up. It wasn’t pretty; I kept the Russian face down, using his waist and a handful of hair to lift him, to avoid any more blood on the clothes. I flopped his slackened body on the bed and roughly turned him over. I closed the cuffs around his wrists until I felt bone stop the mechanism. Killing Igor would bring too much heat down from both the cops and the Russians. Hurting him would have to do. The beating wasn’t severe enough to do him any serious harm; the further damage to his psyche was another story altogether.

I checked the nurse’s pulse and found her to still be soundly out. I left her where she was and creaked the door open. The halls were dark and empty save the sound of two women talking somewhere down the corridor. I tilted my head out, but I couldn’t see the owners of the two voices. I looked back at the nurse on the floor behind me and watched her stillness. It wouldn’t last forever. If she made enough noise coming to, or anyone peeked in and saw her — the hospital would be in lockdown fast.

“Fuck,” I said under my breath. I pulled the gun from under the coat and gripped the barrel. I walked over to the nurse and looked at her closely. She was beaten up, but she would live. I dragged her body behind the other side of the bed so that no one would prematurely rouse her from her concussed dreams either.

I turned off the lights in the room, eased the door open again, and saw that the hall was still clear.

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