The Death Whisperer by William Massa

Author:William Massa [Massa, William]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Critical Mass Publishing
Published: 2020-07-25T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Kulok’s black Mercedes pulled up to the tall penthouse building from which Marat Solokov ran his criminal enterprise. Once upon a time, he’d been a prized asset to the organization. Loyal, brilliant, ruthless. A man who expanded the business and, in short order, became an invaluable addition to the Russian mob.

But as Solokov’s success grew, so did his ego. Avarice overcame caution, and emotion defeated intelligence. The brilliant strategist started making mistakes and pissing off the wrong people. He was out of control, and the powers that be had signed his death warrant.

Powerful people wanted Solokov dead, and they were more than willing to part with a small fortune to get the job done.

As paranoid as he was brilliant, Solokov never left his penthouse. Fiercely loyal men sporting the deadliest firearms money could buy guarded every entrance. A top-of-the-line electronic security system monitored every square inch of the tower. The place was a modern-day fortress, impenetrable and inaccessible.

Kulok was the man chosen for this impossible job.

But even Kulok’s handler had been hesitant about this contract. He knew his client had deservedly earned the reputation as a miracle worker, but there were challenging jobs and then there was suicide. Even if Kulok should make it somehow to the top floor and succeed in putting a bullet in Solokov’s black heart, how did he plan to get out of the tower alive?

When Kulok’s handler had voiced his concern, the hitman had shrugged it off.

Don’t worry about it, Grigori. You make sure the money shows up in my bank account, and I’ll make sure Solokov pisses no one off again.

Remembering the exchange with his handler made Kulok smile. The old man worried like a grandmother.

The psychic hitman took a deep breath and focused on the top floor, careful to maintain enough distance from the building so as not to raise any suspicion. Even now, secret cameras were observing him, but as long as he stayed put in his vehicle, no one would bother him. Or at least not yet. Hang around too long within the vicinity of the skyscraper, and all bets were off.

He looked at the rear-view mirror, and the emaciated, alabaster faces of three of his ghosts stared back at him. Jay was the only one who glared at him with defiance.

Hold on to that fire, my friend, and don’t let go of your hatred. Soon enough, you’ll realize it’s the only thing you’ve got left.

“Time to show me what you’re made of. Get up on the roof.”

With these words, the spirits vanished.

The world rippled and warped, and a moment later, it was as if Kulok himself was rushing up the side of the skyscraper alongside his ghostly hunting dogs. A world of glass and chrome and steel enveloped his senses.

Kulok was inside the minds of three spectral servants yet outside of them, an astral projection of his physical self that controlled the dead trio as they surged ninety stories into the air. Kulok felt like he was controlling three drones at the same time.

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