Wild Fire: A Suspense Thriller (A Hawk Tate Novel Book 6) by Dustin Stevens

Author:Dustin Stevens [Stevens, Dustin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-10-07T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Forty-Eight

It took everything I had, every iota of self-restraint I could muster, not to end Tres Salinas in the Spokane International Airport parking lot. To not just step forward with the tire iron and start lashing at his unconscious body curled up against the rear tire of his sedan.

To not use the studded soles on the hiking boots I wore and just go to work on him. Beginning with the smaller bones in the hands and feet, I’d then go after his wrists and ankles, knees and elbows, systematically continuing what had started with his shoulder.

All the while making him pay for what he had done to Shawn Martin.

For what happened to Kaylan, even if he wasn’t the one directly responsible for it.

As much as I wanted to do all that, for as much as the bastard deserved it, I had managed to hold off. Not from some last second intervention of my conscience and damned sure not out of some sudden concern for fellow man.

Because right now, I needed answers from him.

Answers I had no way of getting if he was dead.

Instead, I had left him folded up beside the car on the frozen pavement. Moving off at a jog, I’d made my way back to the truck and fired it up, swinging around and sliding into the vacant parking stall beside his car.

Working with the radio and the headlights off, I tried to be as quiet as possible. The combination of the day of the week and the time of night was able to give me some coverage, ensuring the lot was desolate as I worked.

Heart racing, sweat coated my features as I left the engine running and climbed out. Each breath extended before me in a white cloud, my internal temperature running much hotter than the air around me.

Tiny pinpricks lit up my face and forehead, the cold nipping at the moisture covering my skin.

Leaning over the side of the truck bed, I popped open the toolbox running the width of it. Cold to the touch, the hinges let out a small moan as I shoved it upward, reaching into the bottom for a roll of duct tape.

Snapping it up, I jogged around the rear of the bed. Starting with Tres’s wrists, I bound the entirety of his hands and lower arms behind him into one solid silver cocoon, ensuring there was no way he could get them free. With his shoulder so severely disjointed, I doubted he’d even be able to lift them, the man’s upper body rendered basically useless.

Once that was done, I moved to his feet and did the same, beginning with his ankles before encapsulating the shoes he wore. When that was done, I made a few passes around his knees, clamping them together as well.

The last thing to be mummified was the lower half of his face, working around the mangled remains of his nose from my kick a moment earlier. Without needing to break the tape into strips, I wound it around his head a half-dozen times before tearing it off.

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