Gamma Blade by Tim Stevens

Author:Tim Stevens [Stevens, Tim]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Mystery, Spies & Politics, Action & Adventure, Men's Adventure, Pulp, Conspiracies, Thriller, Crime, Thriller & Suspense, Thrillers, Assassinations, Murder, Vigilante Justice, Organized Crime, Literature & Fiction, Kidnapping, Thrillers & Suspense
Published: 2015-02-18T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 15

Once again, just like yesterday, Carlos Fuentes stood before Brull in his office.

This time, the man wasn’t pissing his pants. He even looked a little composed, though his underlying nervousness was impossible to conceal. He’d called Brull’s guy, Elon, and asked for a meeting with the boss. Elon had been all set to kick the grocer’s ass for him, but he’d checked with Brull anyhow.

And Brull had said yes.

He was curious as to what Fuentes had to say. He expected the guy to plead for an extension, to argue pathetically that the deadline for his payment was unrealistic. In which case, Brull had a new video clip to show Fuentes. Once which, again, starred his son.

During his meditative moments, when he was practicing his yoga or simply gazing at a clear blue sky, emptying his mind of business concerns, Brull sometimes wondered if there was something clinically wrong with him. Wrong with the thrill he got in seeing another person suffer. He decided that it didn’t matter. Let society, with its know-it-all psychiatrists and its pious, hypocritical rules of morality pass judgement on him.

He was outside all of that. Above it.

So he waited in his office for the call from the reception desk downstairs, to tell him that Carlos Fuentes was here to see him. It was possible, he thought, that the little man would try to threaten him. Would say he’d gone to the cops or something.

Brull would enjoy that even more.

Now, Fuentes stood on the rug with his hat in his hands before him, and his head slightly bowed. He didn’t look defiant. More like a supplicant.

“Hey, Carlos,” said Brull. “Long time no see.” He frowned, peering all around Fuentes as if looking for something. “I can’t see it.”

Fuentes raised his head a fraction, glanced about himself. “I’m sorry... Mr Brull, you cannot see what?”

“The suitcase with my six thousand dollars,” said Brull cheerfully. “I got to say, Carlos, I’m impressed. Never thought you’d pull all that cash together so quickly. Still, I guess you had a pretty strong incentive, didn’t you? And where there’s a will, there’s a way.”

Fuentes met Brull’s gaze once again. His face was lined in anguish, his eyes haunted.

“Mr Brull, I do not have the money for you yet.”

Brull pulled a comically exaggerated face of disappointment. “Ah, jeez. And here I was, hoping for a little extra to be able to spend on a Saturday night. Oh, well.” He shrugged. “No harm done. My bad.” He folded his hands on the desk again and smiled at Fuentes. “So. What is it you wanted to see me about?”

“Mr Brull.” Fuentes’ mouth worked. His throat sounded dry, so that there was an audible click as he swallowed. “I cannot possibly obtain six thousand dollars for you by Monday morning. So I am here to offer myself to you.”

Brull let the silence stretch out. It was so acute that he thought he could her drops of sweat from the man’s face hitting the carpet.

Very quietly, Brull said, “Come again?”

Fuentes cleared his throat.

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