Savage City by John Glasby

Author:John Glasby
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: hard-boiled, private investigator, British, mafia, mystery
ISBN: 9781434442871
Publisher: Wildside Press LLC
Published: 2013-10-24T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHT

MURDER, HE SAYS

Along the corridor of the swaying train and into the next car. Get away from that area quickly, Merak, and give yourself time to think. Time to ponder on what steps to take when Maxie Torlin comes for you. I knew that if I spotted him first, I’d probably have to kill him. It was no use trying to fight off a guy like that with your fists and hope to take him alive. He would never expose himself to the danger of physical damage, he’d send in that gun-happy monkey of his to smoke me out first; and if I knew anything of that guy’s nature, he’d come willingly, thirsting for blood—my blood.

He had looked as mean a character as the first guy I’d been forced to kill; and once a guy like that was roughed up, he’d never forget it until his assailant was lying in a pool of his own blood. I passed through the car and moved on. Here were the main sleeping berths and everything seemed quiet. Once, one of the conductors gave me a funny look, but I kept on going, mumbling something incoherent under my breath before he could stop me. No sense in saying there was a killer on my tail. He’d have laughed in my face and turned me over to any cops who might be around as a suspected nut.

Less than a couple of minutes later, they came after me. It hadn’t taken Torlin long to sober up his man, and they knew by now that the other bodyguard was dead. They also seemed to have known which way I’d gone, or perhaps I’d drawn a stretch of rotten luck and they weren’t sure. I spotted them from the shadows at the end of the car, working their way along, silently and methodically. They didn’t seem to be leaving any stone unturned in their efforts to get Johnny Merak. And time was on their side now. They knew I couldn’t get off the train unless I took my life in my hands and jumped, and at the speed we were travelling now, trying to make up for the time lost in the fog, I’d break my neck for sure if I did that. In the pitch blackness outside, it would be impossible to pick a good place to fall, even if the train slowed.

I felt hemmed in. Cautiously, I worked my way along the next car and into the one behind that. I’d passed through the line of sleeping berths now, and here were the ordinary compartments where those unlucky enough not to get a berth tried to sleep as best they could.

Torlin and his henchman would soon move through the cars behind me. They’d know that it was highly unlikely I’d been able to get a berth, and I wouldn’t risk the rumpus I’d kick up if I tried to get into one already occupied. I could sense them moving in for the kill. It wouldn’t be done openly.

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