ONE BULLET TOO MANY a gripping action-packed thriller (Johnny Silver Thriller Book 3) by PAUL BENNETT

Author:PAUL BENNETT [BENNETT, PAUL]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Joffe Books crime thriller and adventure
Published: 2020-09-15T22:00:00+00:00

I left Anton with Bull, Pieter and Stan to have lunch while Red and I got our guns and then went for a walk. Our destination was the hotel where Leclerk was staying. Except we didn’t get that far.

Red spotted his car immediately. It was parked up on the promenade where he would have a great view of the door to Stan’s hotel. I motioned Red to take the driver’s side and I went round to the other side. I opened the door and pressed the gun to Leclerk’s head.

‘Put your hands on your head,’ I said, getting into the passenger seat. Red took the back seat behind me. He pointed his gun at the back of Leclerk’s head. We had him covered from all angles. ‘Don’t move a muscle, pilgrim. My friend has very itchy trigger fingers and I’m not much different.’

‘My wallet,’ Leclerk said in perfect English.

‘We don’t want your wallet,’ I said. ‘We want to know why you have been following us.’

‘Inside left pocket in my jacket,’ he said. ‘Take it out and look inside. That will explain everything.’

I switched the gun to my left hand and delved into his pocket with my right. I found the wallet and took it out. Then flipped it open.

‘Shit,’ I said, risking my mouth being washed out with soapy water if Mrs Freeman ever got to know. ‘You can relax, Red.’

I showed him the wallet with its badge inside.

‘Europol?’ Red said. ‘What the hell is Europol?’

‘You’ve heard of Interpol?’ Leclerk said.

‘Course I have,’ said Red. ‘What do you think I am? Some kind of savage?’

‘Europol is the European equivalent of Interpol. We’re based in The Hague, but we’ve got agents covering the whole of Europe.’

‘You better explain yourself,’ I said.

‘I’d like some answers from you first,’ Leclerk said.

I looked at him and shook my head. ‘You have two bad-tempered guys with guns sitting in your car. That doesn’t give you much bargaining power.’

‘The badge is my bargaining power,’ he said.

‘For the moment I’m trying to forget the badge. Tell me your story. And it better be a good one or my gun goes to your head again. Why have you been following us?’

‘Can I take my hands off my head?’

‘Feel free,’ I said.

‘Why don’t we go inside and talk in comfort?’

‘Because I suspect there’s someone I don’t want to overhear your story. Drive to your hotel and we’ll go in there.’

He drove slowly along the promenade and parked outside his hotel. We entered and a receptionist gave a cheery, “Good afternoon.” The hotel was similar to Stan’s except the owners had gone for pine instead of oak. It made the lounge look lighter and more contemporary, but lacked that warmth of old-fashioned charm. You pays your money….

Now that Leclerk was out of the car, I could get a good look at him. He was short and rotund, maybe in his fifties and wore large round glasses of a high prescription so that when he looked at you he resembled an owl peering out at the world wisely.

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