Epsilon Creed by Stevens Tim

Author:Stevens, Tim [Stevens, Tim]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: thriller
Amazon: B00RYANJ0W
Goodreads: 24364687
Published: 2015-01-06T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter 20

Blowfly saw them approaching in the rear view mirror, Melinda and a young Chinese-looking guy. They were side by side, but the guy walked uncertainly, and although Blowfly couldn’t see it he knew Melinda had her gun trained on him, artfully concealed beneath her folded arms.

Blowfly had been sitting there in the passenger seat of Melinda’s VW Passat for fifteen minutes. She’d taken the keys with her, so he couldn’t have driven away, but there was nothing stopping him from simply getting out of the car and running.

Nothing physical, that is.

But Blowfly felt rooted to the seat as if he’d been administered some paralyzing nerve toxin which rendered movement impossible. If he got out of the car and made a run for it, where would he go? If he went back to his apartment, she’d find him there. If he went to the cops, what would he tell them? That a crazy woman he’d slept with the night before had pulled a gun on him this morning and coerced him into cooperating with her? He’d be laughed at.

Besides, Melinda knew he’d been up on the Ignatowski woman’s wall when she was murdered. She knew he’d taken photos of the guy who’d probably committed the murder. Blowfly would have to reveal that to the cops. And then he’d not only lose the story, but he’d probably face obstruction-of-justice charges for not coming forward sooner with his evidence.

So Blowfly just sat there, not understanding why Melinda had driven to this genteel spot uptown, not understanding why she’d gotten out of the car or where she’d gone.

And now here she was, with what looked like a prisoner of some kind.

Before Blowfly knew it, the rear door opened and Melinda half-shoved the Chinese guy onto the backseat. She dropped swiftly into the driver seat and turned, the gun hanging loosely from her small hand, not quite pointing at the guy but representing an unmistakable threat.

“So,” she said. “Who are you?”

The Chinese guy glared at her. Blowfly thought he looked furious, and also more than a little confused. The guy kept his mouth firmly shut.

Without warning, so fast Blowfly didn’t register what had happened until a few seconds afterward, Melinda’s hand whipped upward and back. The guy recoiled in the seat with a cry of pain. A gash had opened up across his cheek where the sight of the pistol had scored him.

Melinda gave a small sigh. “Let’s not do it this way. Please. It’s boring for me, and it’ll be very painful for you. Trust me.”

The guy put his hand up to his face. He stared at his bloody fingertips, then at Melinda.

This time, as well as the anger and bewilderment, there was fear in his eyes.

Melinda said, a little louder this time: “Let’s try once more. What’s your name?”

Blowfly was watching all of this over his shoulder. He raised his eyes to the rear view mirror. The car was parked at the end of an alley, and wasn’t visible from the main street except to people passing directly across the opening.

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