Verona by Deaver Jeffery

Author:Deaver, Jeffery
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Publisher: Amazon Publishing
Published: 2019-08-28T16:00:00+00:00

“The fuck happened? Put the phone away. Tell me.” Brendon Nagle was speaking to a twitchy Jimmy Ebbitt, face red and sweaty.

The men were in the back room of the Happy Paws veterinary clinic on Ambrose Street. It was a small place, run by a competent veterinarian, who specialized not just in German shepherds and Maine coon cats but in Homo sapiens.

It was here that Nagle brought anybody in his crew who’d been injured in the line of duty. Veterinarians, unlike other medicos, did not need to report gunshots to the police. Well, maybe they did, but, given what Nagle paid, this one didn’t.

Jimmy now explained in depth about the abduction and Max’s shooting. “His fucking girlfriend. She lured him to this van. They snatched him right off the street.”

“That bitch. It was all a setup. I knew she was trouble . . . Jesus. My son.”

“I got Max into the car and we was out of there before the cops showed. And I swapped plates.”

Nagle asked, “Were they Chinese?”

Jimmy frowned. “Asian, I saw that. I don’t know exactly—”

Nagle growled, “Since I don’t know anybody Japanese or Korean or whatever else they’ve got over there wants to fuck up my life, can we drop the political correctness and say Chinese?”

“Okay, yeah. Chinese.”

Nagle looked to the doorway marked “Surgical Suite 1.” He asked, “Max?”

“Bad. The doc said he’s hanging in there. But he’s been under the knife for almost an hour.”

“Fuck.” Nagle felt blood pumping into his face, which, he’d noted, actually turned dark when he was this angry.

Jimmy, unnerved by the man’s fury, only nodded. “It happened so fast, Mr. Nagle. I mean, I tried—”

Nagle’s thoughts shot back to his son. He slammed a palm on a table. Jimmy froze. But the boss wasn’t particularly mad at him. Yung would have planned it all out to the second. Hit and run. Who he was pissed at was his son. “The kid had to follow his dick and look where it led him. Get back to the office. Get a couple of men ready. Those shooters Max had lined up for Yung.”

“Yessir, sure.”

As Jimmy hurried off, Nagle knocked on the door.

A moment later it opened. Dr. Tom Levine, a spectacled fifty-five-year-old, stood in the doorway. He peeled off clear latex gloves. They, like his jacket, were bloody.

“Brendon, come in. I’ve gotten him stable.”

Max was lying in a bed. He looked groggily at the other men. Beside him was his cell phone. The screen was bloody.

“Max, Jesus.” To the vet: “How’s he going to be?”

“Lost a lot of blood. I’m phoning around for a supply but I’m not having much luck. What’s your blood type?”

Nagle said, lying, he didn’t know.

The vet went to a basin and washed his hands, saying, “I don’t have time to type it now. We’ll hope a supplier comes through. On the underground market there’s not a lot of product out there.”

Max’s head lolled and his eyes closed. Nagle thought he’d died, but then he returned a moment later, eyes opening and blinking slowly.

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