Maltese Steel by Stuart Field

Author:Stuart Field [Field, Stuart]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Terminal Velocity - A Next Chapter Imprint
Published: 2021-02-19T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Forty-Eight

A call at five in the morning woke Steel from his recurring nightmare. Steel reached over to his bedside cabinet and answered the call.

‘Steel, where the hell are you?’ asked a panicked sounding Foster. Steel sat up and paused before answering. Trying to work out what he was going to say, tell Foster everything or just see what Foster had to say.

‘I’m in bed,’ Steel said.

‘How quickly can you get to the embassy?’ Foster asked.

‘Depends – what’s up?’ Steel answered with interest.

‘We….I’ve got a problem.’

Steel thought for a moment, was this for real or another trap? But then the original ambush was meant for Samara, not him. And as they had found out later, it hadn’t been Foster at the house, but the guy Steel had dragged out of the pool.

‘I’ll get there as soon as I can,’ Steel said getting out of bed and moving towards the bathroom. Samara woke and watched Steel through the open bedroom door as he crossed the carpeted floor, her gaze fixed on the scared muscular frame. She thought he looked more like a gymnast, with his taught frame. She smiled with satisfaction as he disappeared into the bathroom. But the smile faded as she looked over at his cell phone that he had left on his dresser.

She swung her long legs out of bed and onto the soft flooring, strode over the dresser and picked put Steel’s phone to check the last call. Samara smiled at seeing Foster’s name. She quickly headed for her room and picked up her cell phone and pressing a speed-dial app. All the while, her gaze fixed on the bathroom door. Hoping Steel was taking another shower.

‘Yes it’s me, get a trace on a number. I want to know where Foster just made a call from,’ Samara gave the number from Steel’s phone. She had a feeling it would pay off. Wherever Foster had told Steel to meet him, Samara suspected Foster wasn’t. She did not trust the notion that someone who just happened to look like Foster was at the house that morning.

In fact, she did not believe or trust Foster at all.

Just the thought of him made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. For her, that was a bad sign. There was just something about Foster, something she could not put her finger on. Steel had explained about the man from the pool looking simular to Foster. At a quick glance maybe, be she did not see it personally, and even more with the duct tape and the broken nose. Steel had left the man for the police to find. However, he was no longer bound or gagged, but he had been unconscious. Steel had crashed the car and placed the man in the driver's seat next to a bottle brandy Steel had bought from a local shop. Of course, the police would find him and go through the motions, mostly due to the man being covered in booze and because Steel had made sure it crashed into an empty police vehicle.

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