False Ransom by Infante Ivan

Author:Infante, Ivan
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-02-04T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER ELEVEN

The clerk was right. The kid didn’t live far from the train station. Benny pushed the sedan hard through traffic and they were there in moments. The place was on Los Angeles Street. A wooden apartment building built up the side of the hill. Mike pointed it out as they passed. Benny nodded. He swung the Willys around and backed it into an alley across the street. They sat facing the building.

Mike opened the door to get out, but before he could a big black Zephyr came out of nowhere and skidded to a halt in front of the apartment building. Smoke from burning rubber obscured their view for a second.

Benny reached over and stopped Mike from getting out when he saw the car. Mike started to pull away, then changed his mind. Instead, he sat like Benny – low in his seat with his gun in his lap. They waited.

It didn’t take long for things to get interesting. A couple of clean-cut operators in cheap tight-fitting suits stormed out of the building. They had the girl between them and they were half-dragging, half-carrying her down the steps. Mike could tell they were cops or maybe even G-men. The girl didn’t care who they were. She fought hard. She had blood all over her, too much for it to be her own. Someone somewhere had lost a hell of a lot of blood.

The men handled her all the way down the steps and tossed her in the backseat. As soon as they had her packed away, a tall bald man in a much nicer cut of silk suit appeared at the top of the stairs carrying a small black valise. He paused and scanned the street. His eyes passed over them without stopping. They breathed a sigh of relief.

After his quick look, the bald man trotted down the steps and got into the front passenger seat of the Zephyr. When he shut the door, the V-12 roared to life. The sedan sped away from the building and took a hard right at the first turn. The tires squealed and burned more rubber.

“Follow them.” Mike said the words a second too late.

Benny had already hit the gas and pulled out of the alley. He sped up and slid in behind the Zephyr, but he had to work hard to keep up. He looked over at Mike with a wry half-grin, “That guy’s hell on those tires. You think he pays for them himself.”

“You think Uncle Sam?” Mike gripped the Savage and rested his arm on top of his door.

“Federal agents dress better. These boys are probably with the city or the D.A. I mean this town is full of dirty cop squads and sledgehammer boys. That’s the look to me.” Benny answered with authority. Mike took his word for it. This was Benny’s town after all. Mike had just got here.

The Zephyr turned off Los Angeles Street and onto 7th. Benny hung with them as best he could, but the high rate of speed made it difficult to be discreet.

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