Hard Vengeance (A Jon Reznick Thriller) by J. B. Turner

Author:J. B. Turner [Turner, J. B.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3, mobi
Publisher: Amazon
Published: 2021-01-13T16:00:00+00:00

Twenty-Two

High up in the hills, nearly two miles as the crow flies from the bar in Cala San Vicente, Adam Ford was in his villa listening to the Spanish police on the scanner. He smiled as he heard the heads-up that the Americans had released Reznick. He was enjoying the game he was playing. A game that had become more complex. But that didn’t dim its fun. Quite the contrary. It only added to the growing excitement. The frisson of the chase. Fucking with Reznick was fun. Especially killing the Scottish lawyer. He enjoyed that immensely. She had told Reznick about the Arabic writing on the fragment her brother had found. He was surprised how easy it was to bug her cell phone. He could track her movements. Listen in to calls. Ford didn’t have to kill her. But having the power to kill at will was a high like no other. It made him feel good. He decided who would live or die. Omnipotent. It was her bad luck that Ford could see the value in killing the smart and beautiful Catherine McCafferty. It was also a great way to fuck with Reznick’s head. Classic psyops.

He had simply followed her in his pickup. And then he had remotely accessed her car, allowing him to control it with a simple Wi-Fi–enabled joystick. Slowly he had moved her car from side to side, watching her losing control. He let the fun continue for miles. Then when he was bored, he casually flicked a switch on the device, crashing her car into oncoming traffic. Now that was cold, even by his standards.

Ford picked up military-grade binoculars from the coffee table and went over to the floor-to-ceiling windows. He scanned the beachside bar. Tourists and a few locals eating lobster and fresh fish and drinking beer at the tables beside the road. He was tempted to head straight to the bar and wait for Reznick’s return. He knew Reznick was a creature of habit. Wired to enjoy repetition. The comfort of the familiar. Ford was a bit like that himself in some ways.

He wondered what it would be like to be so close to Reznick. Physically close. Close enough to touch him. Smell him. And eventually kill him.

He thought about what it would feel like to be in Reznick’s presence again. The growing excitement as Reznick sat close by. In a way, he was glad Reznick hadn’t drunk the poisoned scotch. It increased the challenge. He had to be careful now. Reznick was especially dangerous when wounded.

He allowed himself a minute to fantasize about the final moments of Reznick’s life. He imagined the agony. The slow, slow death. That would be the ideal scenario. But he wasn’t picky about how it happened. If anything, Ford was a pragmatist.

Maybe it would be a jab in the neck with a quick-acting anesthetic. Maybe a bullet in the head. Sniper rifle. Why not? He could do that. He’d been trained to do that. He might be a brilliant doctor.

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