The King(34)

“Where … is … who …?”
“Give me your knife, Ehric.” As his cousin unsheathed a seven-inch blade, Assail holstered his gun. “Thank you.”
Accepting the loaner, Assail put the point right to the man’s throat, getting in so close he could smell the fear-sweat blooming out of those pores and feel the heat of the breath that pumped from that open mouth.
Clearly, he was asking the wrong question. “Where else does Benloise order captives to be taken?” Before the man could speak, he cut in, “I would urge you to be of care in your reply. If you are untruthful? I will know it. Lies have a stench all their own.”
The man’s eyes bounced around as if he were making an assessment of his survival chances. “I don’t know I don’t know I don’t—”
Assail dug the knife in until it broke the skin surface and red blood welled onto the blade. “That’s not the right answer, my friend. Now tell me, where else does he take people?”
“I don’t know! I swear! I swear!”
This went on for quite some time, and tragically, there was no scent of obstruction.
“Goddamn it,” Assail muttered.
With a quick slash, he silenced the nonsense—and the fifth useless human dropped to the ground.
Pivoting around, he glared in the direction of the house. Against its backdrop of roofing angles and chimneys, past the skeletal trees on its far side … a gentle glow had appeared in the eastern sky.
A harbinger of doom.
“We must needs go,” Ehric said in a low voice. “Upon the nightfall, we will resume finding your female.”
Assail didn’t bother correcting his cousin’s choice of words. He was too distracted by the fact that the shaking that had started in his hands had moved upward, a weed spreading throughout his flesh until even his thigh muscles were twitching.
It took him a moment to label the cause, and when he did, the largest part of him rejected the definition.
But the fact of the matter was … for the first time in his adult life, he was afraid.
“Where the hell is this place? Fucking Canada?”
Behind the wheel of the Crown Vic, Two Tone was ready to eat a bullet as the bitching continued. This five-hour drive through the middle of the night had been bad enough, but the waste of skin beside him in the passenger seat?
If he wanted to do the world a favor, he’d point the gun in that direction, not his own.
There would be such satisfaction in putting out the fucker’s pilot light, but in the organization, the role of supervisor only got you so far—and the right to coffin a chatty bastard was just over that line.#p#分页标题#e#
“I mean, where the fuck are we?”
Two Tone bit down on his molars. “We’re almost there.”
Like the SOB was a five-year-old on the way to Grandma’s house? Jesus Christ.
As he drove deeper into the absolute frickin’ boonies, the sedan’s headlights captured the immediate distance ahead, pulling the rows of pine trees and the two lanes that curved in and around the base of a mountain out of the night. Dawn was coming, however, a faint peachy light appearing over to the east.
Great fucking news. Sooner, not later, they were going to finally be off the road, and then they could deal with the merchandise, and get some goddamn rest.
Squinting, he leaned forward over the wheel. He had a feeling they were coming up to the turnoff …
Two hundred yards later, an unmarked dirt road appeared to the right.
No reason to hit the directional signal—or slow down. He nailed the brakes and wrenched the wheel, their cargo thumping in the trunk.
If she’d fallen asleep, she was awake now.
The ascent was steep and the going got much slower: December meant a crap load of snow had already fallen on the ground this far north.
He’d only been to this property once before—and it had been for the same purpose. The boss man was not someone you wanted to piss off, and if you did, it got you snatched and brought up here where no one would ever find you.
He had no clue what that woman had done to offend, but that was not his problem. His job was to get her, disappear her—and hold her until further instructions.
Still, he had to wonder. The last asshole he’d delivered to the hidden place had embezzled five hundred thousand dollars and twelve kilos of cocaine. What the fuck had she pulled? And shit, he hoped he wasn’t up here for as long as that other job had lasted.
He’d also gotten a rotator-cuff injury courtesy of that assignment.
The boss didn’t like to do the torturing himself. He preferred to watch.
Hard to claim New York State worker’s comp for the shit he’d done to the guy.
But, whatever, Two Tone didn’t mind that part of the job. He wasn’t like some guys, who were into it, and not at all like the big man, who didn’t like getting his hands dirty at all. Nah, he was in the middle, happy enough to take care of shit provided he was paid well for it.