Mirage Man by Trace Conger

Author:Trace Conger [Conger, Trace]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Black Mill Books
Published: 2021-01-04T22:00:00+00:00

I arrived at Brick's brownstone and knocked on the front door. An attractive woman in her forties opened it. She didn't say anything. Instead, she waited for me to speak.

"I'm a friend of Nicky Sontag's and I'm looking for Brick. Is he here?"

"No." She squinted her eyes against the afternoon sun.

"Do you know how I can reach him? It's important that I talk to him."

She eyeballed me up and down. We'd never met, and given the people Nicky and Brick associated with, she had every right to be suspicious. I'd worry if she wasn't.

After a moment, she nodded. "Come in. I can get you a number."

"Thank you."

I followed as she walked inside the house.

"Stay there," she said. "I'll be right back."

I closed the door and watched her disappear into the kitchen.

A moment later, someone rammed me from behind, sending me across the foyer and into the kitchen. I never played football, but I imagined this is what it felt like to be laid out by a linebacker. My side hit the counter next to the sink and I fell to the floor. I turned, expecting to see Brick rushing in from the foyer, but it wasn't him. Instead, someone I'd never seen before was coming at me with his right fist drawn back.

"Get him," yelled the woman who had opened the door. The big man had a wide neck and looked like he got paid to do what he was doing to me. He grabbed the counter and thrust a leather work boot into my ribs. He stomped, pulled back and stomped again, keeping his right had on the counter for balance.

I shielded my side from each blow with my elbow. When he stopped to reposition himself, I snatched his boot and twisted at his ankle until it snapped. He tried to stand on it but collapsed to the floor. Scrambling to my feet, I reached for my weapon, but the woman hit me from behind with something heavy dropping me on top of the man with the broken ankle. My right shoulder and arm immediately fell numb.

The man underneath me rolled over and threw his left elbow into my jaw. Sitting up, he swung his right fist, but I rolled out of the way and he connected with the stainless steel refrigerator, denting it and probably shattering a few bones in his hand. I'd used the counter to climb to my feet when the woman hit me from behind again, knocking me back on top of the big man. As I fell on top of him, he slammed his right hand into my stomach, screaming as his broken hand connected with my midsection. The damage to his hand sucked a lot of juice from the punch, but it still hurt like hell.

I punched the side of his neck, then delivered a second quick strike to his jaw, snapping his head back against the tile floor. I staggered backward. Somehow, he got to his knees and seized a knife from a block on the counter.

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