Square Grouper by Lewis C. Haskell

Author:Lewis C. Haskell
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: key west, fast paced, navy seal, drugs cocaine coke, west action, murder and crime
Publisher: AbsolutelyAmazingEbooks.com

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

KNIVES ARE A REAL TERROR especially in the hands of an expert. I needed the gaff out of my arm and available to keep him at a distance, at least to assess the damage from the gaff. This was going to hurt. Luckily the gaff was not barbed, so a quick pull and it slid out of my arm and I swung it forward toward Georgi.

He stepped back and laughed. “You're dead, motherfucker,” and came in at me swinging the knife back and forth close to his body before striking out.

As I arched my stomach back from his right arm I caught his wrist with my right hand and twisted it past me with the knife now on my right. My left arm pushed his elbow in toward him and I pulled his wrist back and up. This twisting forced him to drop the knife as I stepped behind him. I then pushed him over the side of the boat.

I swung toward the pilot seat and fired the engines. The boat had drifted close to the mangrove island so I hit the throttles to get it a mile or so from the island, leaving Eddie and Georgi behind. I first checked the GPS to mark the position of the island then searched around for a first aid kit to deal with my arm. I spent the next twenty minutes or so wrapping my arm, cleaning up the blood scattered on the boat and wiping it down for fingerprints.

I headed south and west toward Southernmost Point, then radioed a distress call using my best Russian, bad English, accent giving an estimate of the location of the island saying I had seen a flare in the area. I let the boat drift and swam over to South Beach and walked home. So much for a restful night.

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I passed out and woke to someone banging on my door at eight fifteen a.m. Nothing like a restful two hours sleep. My arm hurt like hell but I put on a long sleeved shirt and stumbled to the door expecting it was Matt because I was late for breakfast.

After all I had been through, I figure it was prudent to look out the peephole before opening the door. That makes a lot of sense especially when you see your ex-wife with a gun pointed at her head standing outside. For a split second I thought I should just ignore the whole thing and go back to bed but being the chivalrous guy that I am, I opened the door.

Standing on the porch was Courtney looking a bit ragged with Ortega standing behind her.

“Finn, please step aside and let us in. This beast will kill me if you don't," she whimpered.

Again I paused. I had considered killing her myself in the past but my better angels had triumphed. Given that I knew she and the beast had been making whoopee on the deck of his yacht just yesterday, I figured this was a ploy unless something had changed since then.

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