Chicago Vendetta. Don Pendleton

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       Chapter Four

      Mack Bolan sat behind the wheel of Johnny’s sedan and watched the front entrance of the Stratus Club. A half-dozen security types, most likely thugs employed by Axel Madera, were overseeing a line of hopeful entrants cordoned against the side of the club by a scarlet rope running through chrome uprights. Through a bit of creative hacking by Kurtzman at Stony Man Farm and based on the intel Johnny had gleaned in talking with Rusch, they’d managed to work out that this was one of Esparza’s key hangouts. After his frank conversation with Rusch, Bolan had concluded Esparza was the number one candidate for being Shalib Grec’s mole inside CPD’s ranks.

      The Executioner kept his attention on the club entrance, waiting for any sign of Esparza. He’d also kept one eye on the vehicle that tailed him from the condo. He couldn’t make out the occupant, but he had a pretty good idea who it was. If Lakea Rusch was anything, it was tenacious. He admired her guts and her loyalty, but she wasn’t much for being low-key in situations like this. Then again, who could blame her? She’d been forced into her situation by events outside her control, and all she really wanted was justice for her friends.

      Bolan didn’t know anything about her partner, Hillman, but he didn’t have any reason to think the guy was part of Grec’s cadre. All fingers pointed in Esparza’s direction, so that’s the play the Executioner decided to back. Not to mention Johnny and his new allies had nearly gotten their heads blown off tailing the narcotics detective. That meant something, and Bolan planned to find out what.

      Just as soon as he dealt with his tail. Bolan looked toward the entrance again and checked his rearview one more time before exiting the car. He walked around front, stepped onto the sidewalk and made his way to the nearest alley. He found a position in a darkened alcove, pressed his back to the wall and produced a Benchmade 810BK Osborne Contego combat knife. At 3.98 inches, the reverse Tanto-style blade was a perfect companion for urban close quarters combat.

      It spoke tales of instant death in the hands of Mack Bolan.

      A shadowy figure moved past Bolan a minute later. The soldier stepped from his spot and encircled the follower with a muscular forearm while his other hand jabbed the knife tip hard against the area around the right kidney. His quarry reacted with admirable speed by driving an elbow into where his ribs would’ve been, but Bolan knew the play and had already turned his body so the blow caught the fleshy part of his lower abdomen. He executed a flexing motion that completely cut off air in the woman’s windpipe.

      “This is a small sample of what could happen to those who don’t play by the rules because they don’t know the game they’re playing.”

      Bolan released Lakea Rusch and pushed her away just far enough that her back kick aimed at his shin or kneecap missed. He shook his head as he folded and sheathed his knife.

      “You’re an ass,” she said, her voice a bit raspy as she rubbed at her throat.

      “And you seem to have a hearing problem,” Bolan replied.

      “Look—”

      “No, you look,” Bolan said. “I told you in no uncertain terms how this was going to play out. You should’ve trusted me.”

      “I don’t know you.”

      “I saved your life. You know enough.”

      “Yeah, but you’re not police. Even Johnny admits that much.”

      “And because of that you don’t trust me,” Bolan finished.

      “Right.”

      “You won’t live long with that attitude.”

      She cocked her head and smiled. “You talk like you know something about it.”

      “I do. Look, we should be working on the same side. I’ve never considered the police my enemy, even though my methods admittedly skirt law and order.”

      “Obviously,” she interjected, as she continued to rub her sore throat.

      “But I also know what you’re up against, and you won’t win this fight on your own. These people are playing for keeps.”

      “And who are these people?”

      “Esparza for one.”

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