Deadly Contact. Don Pendleton
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Название: Deadly Contact
Автор: Don Pendleton
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Приключения: прочее
isbn: 9781474023580
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“If I tell you, can we make a deal?” he asked.
Bolan didn’t answer. Instead he dug the muzzle of the Beretta deeper into Kimble’s flesh, turning it enough to break the skin. Kimble felt the warm trickle of blood from the tear.
“Where do they have the woman?”
“No deal, huh? Look, what if I send you to a certain address and she isn’t there?” Kimble asked.
“Then I’ll come back and we’ll start over. You aren’t going anywhere, Kimble. So make certain I hit the correct location,” the Executioner warned.
“If my people find out I sent you, I’m dead anyway. They’ll come after me.”
“No, they won’t. I can promise you that.”
The tone was neutral but the implication was clear. Kimble knew if this man went after the woman, it wouldn’t matter who stood in his way.
Bolan stepped away from Kimble and stood facing him, the Beretta still trained on the man.
“Your choice, Kimble. Give me what I want, and I’ll cut you a break. Screw me, and you’ll wish I’d killed you right here and now.”
Kimble stared into the cold blue eyes and he saw his own fate mirrored there.
“You genuine on that? Leaving me alive I mean?”
“I never lie, Kimble.”
There was something in the guy’s voice that made Kimble believe him.
“Then we have a deal.”
Bolan gestured with the pistol and walked Kimble across the room. He made him sit on the floor next to the heavy radiator piped into the wall, then picked up the plastic ties Kimble had let drop to the floor. He handed one to Kimble.
“Around your ankles. Make sure it’s tight.”
“Jesus, my finger’s broke. How can I—”
“Your choice, Kimble. I still have bullets in this gun.”
Bolan waited until Kimble did as he was instructed, then fashioned a loop with a second plastic strip. He bound Kimble’s wrists together, then took more strips and secured the bound man to the thick steel pipe running from the radiator to the solid floor.
“Now tell me where she is and how many are with her.”
When Bolan had the information locked down he rose to his feet, holstering the Beretta, then turned to leave.
“Hey,” Kimble called, “how do I get out of this?”
“If the information is genuine, I won’t be back. I’ll leave a message with my people to come and get you.”
Kimble’s anger burst like an unchecked flood.
“You fuckin’ told me you don’t lie. I give you what you want, and you toss me to the cops? What kind of a deal is that?”
“It’s what we agreed, Kimble. You give me the right words, I don’t kill you. That stands. I didn’t say anything about letting you walk away from this.” Bolan paused to stare the man down. “You want to renegotiate the terms? You still have nine fingers left.”
Kimble fell silent, figuring he’d worked the best deal he was likely to get. He watched the tall man leave, and reasoned he was better off where he was. He didn’t envy the snatch crew. He tried not to imagine what was going to happen when the unexpected visitor showed up at the abandoned farmhouse.
4
Their bodies chilled beneath their wet clothing, they climbed out of the SUV and crossed to the motel cabin Bolan had booked them into. The night clerk had viewed Bolan with suspicion when he had stepped into the office, muddy and wet.
“Heck of a night,” Bolan said. “Car skidded off the road into a ditch. Hit my head on something. Took me an hour to get it back out. Lucky for me she’s a four-by-four. Truth is, I’m too tired to drive any farther tonight. Wife is too. You got a double room with plenty of hot water?”
The night clerk looked the big man up and down, figuring he wasn’t going to throw him out. Not the size he was. When Bolan produced a credit card and handed it over, the clerk saw no further problems. He processed the card and gave Bolan the key to one of the empty cabins. In truth all the cabins were empty, Bolan had noticed, seeing the key board was full. The night clerk decided at least one cabin taken was better than none at all. It had been a bad day all-round, with the lousy weather and the forecast for possible snow sweeping down from the north. He blamed the Canadians for that. Why couldn’t they keep their damn snow up in Alaska, or wherever they stored it?
Bolan unlocked the cabin door and they went in. He dropped the bag holding his weapons on the floor. He closed the door and secured it as Dukas clicked on the lights. The room looked comfortable and the heat was on.
Bolan was ready to call in to the Farm and give them an update, but he pushed that aside when he heard subdued sobbing suddenly coming from Dukas. She had gone to stand at the window, leaning her forehead against the glass. He could see her shoulders moving as she wept, and he felt her anguish. Bolan crossed over quietly and stood behind her, resting a hand on her shoulder.
She turned to face him.
“This has been a nightmare. Things like this don’t happen to people like me,” she said. “I translate languages. I don’t kill people.”
“Circumstances sometimes don’t allow us the privilege of choice. I’m sorry you got pulled in at the deep end, Erika. You answered a friend’s cry for help, and now you’re caught in the middle. What happened back there—none of us wanted it.”
“How do you deal with it? How do you forget when it happens to you all the time?” Dukas knew the man who’d introduced himself as Matt Cooper was some kind of special agent who’d been sent by Barbara Price.
“I don’t forget,” he said. “I have my ghosts and they come back to visit me every so often.”
“That man was going to kill you. I saw that and I couldn’t let it happen. But—”
“You did what you had to. No guilt in that.”
“I took a life,” she said.
“If he had gunned me down, you would have been next. You defended your right to live. That’s a natural reaction.”
She stared up into his steady blue eyes, seeing not savagery, nor the cold heart of a merciless man, but the gaze of someone who carried compassion for those who needed it, and at that moment she was in need. She leaned forward, wanting his strength, and he slid his arms around her as she rested her head against his chest, holding him tight against her. Bolan could feel her trembling and he remained where he was, holding her until she had settled.
She took a deep breath, then she raised herself on her toes and kissed him on the cheek before letting go.
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