Fade by Kyle Mills

Author:Kyle Mills
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Male friendship, Action & Adventure, Intelligence Officers, Spy Stories, Fiction - Espionage, Thriller, Fiction, Suspense Fiction, Fugitives From Justice, Wounds and injuries - Patients, Thrillers, Undercover Operations, Terrorism - Prevention, Intrigue, Espionage, Middle East
ISBN: 9780312934187
Publisher: St. Martin's Paperbacks
Published: 2006-05-07T23:00:00+00:00

"If you scream, I'm going to shoot you."

Her back was pushed against his chest and he could feel her trembling as he eased his hand off her mouth. The fact that she was young and reasonably fit was kind of a relief. He'd been afraid she was going to be some seventy-year-old woman with arteries clogged by years of pastry sampling. Giving somebody's grandmother a heart attack wasn't in his plan.

"I ... I take the money to the bank after we close at night. I've only got .. ."

"I'm not here for money."

That had been the wrong thing to say. A nearly inaudible squeak came from her throat and her trembling turned to outright shaking.

"No, no. Relax. I'm not here for that either. Start breathing again, please."

She did and he backed away, keeping his gun pointed at her face. She was actually kind of cute. Dark, shoulder-length hair and big, beautiful eyes that were almost black. Maybe she had a thing for murderous sociopaths? Hell, he was nearly famous.

"What do you want then?" she managed to get out, glancing over at a magnetic strip containing a few rather nasty looking knives. Fade couldn't help smiling.

"I just want you to bake me a cake. Carrot, if it's not too much trouble."

"You could have just called."

"Well, I have some special ingredients that I want you to work with." He pulled a couple of glass vials from his pocket and put them on the counter.

"What .. . what are they?"

It was a good question. He honestly didn't know exactly. His shop ping spree earlier that night predictably had begun in the rat poison aisle. He'd been in a fairly dark mood at the time. After fondling the box for a few minutes, reading the wonderfully sadistic sounding list of ingredients on the back, he'd finally been forced to return it to its shelf. Simple and effective, yes. But impossible. There was just no way to control who was going to sample Strand's birthday cake.

So, what then? There was always LSD, which definitely blew the top off the fun meter. Unfortunately, he had no idea where to get it, beyond a Grateful Dead concert, and Jerry Garcia was dead.

The possibility of Ex-Lax was hard to ignore and had a really appealing "fuck you" quality to it. But it didn't really get him anywhere.

A few hours later, in an all-night drug store devoid of customers, a young pharmacist had become very helpful when Fade had put a gun in his ear, suggesting a concoction that was guaranteed to create a truly obscene combination of explosive diarrhea and projectile vomiting. After that, a new and improved plan had begun to evolve.

"What are they?" the woman repeated, examining the vials in her peripheral vision but never taking her eyes off Fade.

"What's the difference?"

"You want me to poison someone. I won't do it."

Fade frowned deeply and folded his arms across his chest, tapping the trigger of his pistol impatiently. Ninety-nine percent of humanity was a complete waste of skin and he gets a woman with principles.

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