Blood Flag by Steve Martini

Author:Steve Martini
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Mystery, Contemporary Fiction, Action & Adventure, Thrillers & Suspense, Political, Spies & Politics, Legal, Crime, United States, Suspense, Thrillers, Thriller & Suspense, Thriller, Literature & Fiction
ISBN: 9780062328977
Publisher: William Morrow
Published: 2016-05-17T05:00:00+00:00

TWENTY-NINE

For several days Nino had watched the house on Winona Avenue in hopes of going back in. But there were problems. The woman, the homeowner, was now represented by a law firm. Nino knew this because he had seen the lawyer’s name in the newspapers. His office was somewhere over in Coronado. Lawyers were always a pain in the ass. Her house was also now being watched by security. Nino had seen the cars drive by on a regular schedule, overhead light bars and the company’s logo on the doors.

There was another one in the house, a suit. When the man walked in front of the open blinds in the living room with his coat off, Nino could see the shoulder harness and what looked like a Glock in the holster. Unless he missed his bet, they probably installed new security gear as well, silent alarms and the little pinhole cameras that you could never find. Nino would have to do a fan dance to keep his face off the video while he sprayed every crevice in the house with paint just to have a shot at getting in and out unseen. The place looked like a fortress and smelled like a trap. This told him that what he was looking for was no longer there.

Either the lawyer had it or the cops did. If it was the police, Nino could forget it. The game was over. He could go home. Assuming, of course, that they knew what they had. If the lawyer had it, that was another matter. In this case, the item was still in play. Getting it might be a little difficult, and it might mean a little blood. Nino didn’t particularly mind as long as it wasn’t his own. That was the price of doing business.

For the moment he was behind the wheel doing close to eighty, down the South Bay Expressway east of San Diego. It was a toll road with almost no traffic this late at night. It was almost ten. Nino was gambling that at this hour, with sparse traffic, the CHP wouldn’t waste much time on patrols way out here.

Ari had called him thirty minutes earlier thinking that Nino would have to haul ass just to get there on time. As it was, he’d have an edge on the Israeli, arriving early. The meeting site was a barren area of rolling hills out in the middle of nowhere. The change of venue away from a public place and the late hour could mean that they were going to give him bad news, no more attempts on the house. The job was over. Break my heart, thought Nino. Only the mentally challenged would go back into that place after what he had seen. Or it could be they had something else in mind.

Whatever it was, he didn’t like it. He wouldn’t have been here except for the fact that they owed him money. Ari said he’d have it tonight. Nino made a point of never leaving money behind.

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