Maximum Chaos. Don Pendleton

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      Mason sat back on one of the kitchen stools.

      “You must figure I’m ungrateful. Suspicious.”

      “Larry, I’d be worried if you weren’t.”

      “The guy who called threatened to murder Abby if I brought in outside help.”

      “He wants you so scared you’ll do everything he demands.”

      “Like releasing Marchinski?” Mason shook his head. “His people overestimate my influence. It isn’t in my power.”

      “Then we need to get your daughter back before the deadline.”

      “How?”

      “That’s my part of the deal. Yours is to stall Marchinski’s people. They have to believe you’re attempting to free him. I don’t care how you do it, but keep them believing. If Marchinski has people in the system, we have to give them something to pass back to the organization.”

      Mason nodded. “I’ll work something out.” He stared at Bolan. “Can we do this, Mr. Cooper?”

      “To get Abby back we have to. And it’s Matt,” he said. “Hal told me how you forced the caller into updating you about Abby. That was a good move. It pushes the responsibility back into their hands. They have to keep Abby alive and keep proving it to you.”

      “I had no other ideas on how to handle things.”

      “You did great. Now it’s my turn to push them.”

      “Do I need to know how you’re going to do it?”

      Bolan drained his mug of coffee. “Better you don’t.”

      “I understand.”

      “Whatever happens, the Marchinski organization is going to have a bad week. They chose the rules for this game, so they can take the hits.”

      The implication behind Bolan’s words was not lost on Larry Mason. But these were the men who’d killed Nancy Cleland and kidnapped his daughter.

      “Is there anything I can do to help? I can’t even give you an idea of who this caller is. The voice was altered.”

      “Get in touch with Hal. Tell him I suggested we try tracing this caller the next time he makes contact.” Bolan slipped a cell phone from his pocket and handed it to Mason. “This is a prepaid burner. My number and Hal’s are already logged in. Nothing else. You need to tell me something or ask a question, I’m available anytime. If Hal calls it’ll be on this cell, as well. No one else will be able to get to you on this phone.”

      Mason took the cell. “How do I say thank you?”

      “When I see Abby back in your arms, that’ll be thanks enough.”

      There was a framed photograph on the kitchen counter. A bright-eyed and attractive child smiling at the camera.

      “Is that Abby?”

      Mason nodded. “It was taken only a few weeks ago at a friend’s birthday party. Do you need it?”

      “No. I’ll recognize her now.”

      “Nine years old and she’s smarter than me sometimes. A week ago she won her Judo upgrade. Hal told you about Nancy, I guess? Abby’s nanny. I saw what they did to her, so I understand the kind of people we’re dealing with. I realize the danger my daughter is in.”

      “Then you know how I need to handle this.”

      Bolan turned and walked out of the kitchen, leaving the house the same way he’d entered, through the rear door and across the garden. Mason didn’t attempt to follow. For the first time since the phone call from Abby’s kidnapper, he felt there might be a chance he would get her back alive and well.

      * * *

      BOLAN HEADED TOWARD his Chevy Suburban. There was no sign of anyone trailing him.

      Marchinski’s people were not amateurs. His organization comprised violent, greedy individuals who ruled by fear. The deal they had set up with Mason was delicate, and they would want to make sure he was following the rules. Even so, keeping a close watch on Mason would be difficult for the mobsters. His neighborhood was upmarket, the houses secure. There would be regular security patrols and the neighbors would not tolerate unknown vehicles being parked in clear sight or strangers wandering by.

      Reaching his vehicle—which was parked on a feeder road at the far side of the residential estate—he keyed the lock release and slid behind the wheel. After hitting the start button, he wheeled the car away from the curb. Bolan drove until he spotted the shopping mall he’d seen on his way in. He swung into the parking lot and stopped the car. Bolan took out his cell and tapped in the speed-dial number for Brognola. It only took a brief time for the secure connection to be made, and Hal Brognola picked up.

      “Striker,” Brognola said. “What do you think?”

      “Mason is a good man. He doesn’t deserve this.”

      “The real question is can we help him? We don’t have a great deal to go on here.”

      “I’ve set him up with a clean cell, and I told him to contact you. Get Bear to fix it so any calls that go to his home or regular cell can be traced. We might get lucky and record a voice for analysis.”

      Aaron “the Bear” Kurtzman was head of the cybernetics team at Stony Man Farm. If anyone could track down Abby’s kidnapper, it would be Kurtzman.

      “And in the meantime?”

      “In the meantime, I start to shake the organization’s tree. See what drops out of the branches. Marchinski and his brother, Gregor, want to play down and dirty. That suits me fine. Snatching that child has painted a target on every man who takes Marchinski’s money.”

      “Should we expect some damage here?”

      “Only for the organization. I need up-to-date information on the Marchinski crew—backgrounds, establishments and business rivals. I’m going to pay them all a visit.”

      “All in hand,” Brognola said, and he gave Bolan a verbal rundown on Marchinski’s crime family.

      Nothing was below the Marchinskis. Drugs. Slavery. Car theft. They were involved in the flesh trade, from street girls to expensive brothels. Then there were Marchinski’s suspected connections in law enforcement. The informers. The judges he had on his payroll.

      Marchinski’s lawyer—Jason Keppler—handled all aspects of the Marchinski business consortium. Keppler was a slick operator who kept his client and his business in the clear. Keppler’s law firm, with its dedicated team of like-minded legal experts, made sure the law didn’t trouble their clients.

      Until the moment Leo Marchinski made his fatal error. Executing one of his own, to prove his strength. Marchinski had been caught on not one, but two, cameras. The overwhelming evidence had fallen into police hands, and despite attempts to destroy it, the recordings had been secured. Mason had seen the tapes and found himself with enough proof to have Marchinski СКАЧАТЬ