The Evan Buckley Thrillers: Books 1 - 4 by James Harper

Author:James Harper [Harper, James]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Crime, Mystery & Detective, Kidnapping, private investigator, Vigilante, Thrillers
Published: 2019-01-27T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 63

ANGEL STOOD AND STARED dumbly into the interior of the warehouse, empty apart from the two dead bodies lying in a heap just inside the door, matching trails of blood snaking across the floor, leading him to them, in case he couldn’t find them on his own.

What the hell had been going on out here? First, the two thugs dead in the entrance to the warehouse—D’Amato’s thugs in D’Amato’s warehouse—and then a third one from the same mold still alive and tied up in the small office next door. But no sign of Evan anywhere. The van he’d been abducted in, empty, its back doors hanging open. It looked like some third party had wanted Evan worse than they did. But who? And why?

And what about Gina? Up-ended on the floor next to the guy in the office was a chair that looked a lot like the one Evan had described, the one they tied Jesse to, with the seat pad kicked out. Gina must have been held prisoner here, strapped to that chair, Lord only knows what done to her until she told them what they wanted to know. If that was the case, what was one of D’Amato’s men doing tied up with the tape that had bound her? He was a big, fit-looking guy. Gina could never have overpowered him.

It got worse. Sitting on a desk in the office, already bagged-up and labeled, was a butane blowtorch. Angel picked it up, felt the weight of it, shook it. He wasn’t an expert, but he’d have said the canister was almost empty. It had been used. Maybe not today, maybe not on Gina. Maybe there’d been some soldering needed doing around the place. Or maybe some of the worst rumors about D’Amato were true after all.

Then that awful feeling, right down in the pit of his stomach, as he saw one of his men waving at him from down the street. Waving in a way that said: I gotta let you know, but I don’t really want you to see me waving. He couldn’t blame the guy. He didn’t even want to be in his own company.

He jogged, legs heavy, refusing to take him as if they knew something he didn’t. The man was hunkered down, looking at something on the ground, his body obstructing Angel’s view. In his mind he imagined Gina’s pathetic body lying crumpled on the asphalt like some dog that had been run over and left to die in the gutter. He pictured ugly burns from the blowtorch scarring her perfect skin …

Please God don’t let it be true.

His man—he couldn’t even think what his name was—stood up as he got there and Angel saw what he’d been looking at.

‘Looks like blood.’

Angel nodded, his heart slipping back down into his chest.

‘And there are nine mil cartridges on the ground over there.’

Angel looked over to where he was pointing, not that he could see anything. ‘Same as the two in the warehouse?’

‘Reckon so. It makes sense.

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