Today’s excerpt is from Father
Mulligan, Book #8 of the nine-book Asps Series. Drew, Boris, Pepper, and Suzan track down and
capture the MI6 traitor. Enjoy and have
a fantastic day.
m.j.
Had Fugleman
known Drew Hollins and Boris Telman were now engaged in the hunt for Aldridge,
he would have also have known Aldridge was more than likely to be caught…and
tell everything he knew. In the tenth
bar they went into, Boris was sitting inside the bar having a drink made from a
very good brand of vodka—though not his favorite—when Drew walked in. He made a loud spectacle of himself as he
asked if anybody knew of the whereabouts of one Preston Aldridge. He showed the traitor’s picture around. He offered a ten thousand dollar, cash, no
questions asked, reward for information leading to the man. On finding no takers, Drew left the bar. About ten seconds after Drew left, Boris had
his man. The man was sitting near a
telephone in the rear of the bar…next to a side entrance/exit. Boris could tell the man was trying to figure
out if he should call or just get up and leave…more than likely, straight to
Aldridge. The man opted for the
latter. He hurriedly got up, then went
out the side door. Boris followed with
great haste. He smiled as he cleared the
door.
Drew had his Asp
sticking in the man’s mouth. He glanced
at Boris and winked. “Okay, my fine
friend, there are two ways we can do this.
One will cause you a great deal of pain.
The other will cut off your supply of money from Aldridge, but that will
happen either way. Would you like to be
a good boy by telling me just where Aldridge is—or will I have to ask my former
KGB agent friend behind you to do the dirty work in finding out the
information—which we will find out…trust me.”
The man
swallowed. He nodded his head as far as
he dared, in fear the gun in his mouth would go off. When said gun was removed, he was told to
speak. “I only have a phone number.”
Boris took one
step, rabbit-punched the man to the back of the neck, then kicked him in the
side when he landed on the ground. “That
is the last lie you will tell us. In KGB
we were taught to tell when being lied to by the sound of the voice doing the
lying. I will repeat the question for
you: Where is Aldridge?”
The man, in
pain—as well as scared out of his wits at the appearing-from-nowhere knife in
the big hand of Boris—told them where Preston Aldridge was. On further questioning, he also told them
Aldridge planned to leave the island by boat, where the boat would come in, and
when it would be there—which would be early the following morning, at three.
Sure they had
been told the truth, the men helped their captive to his feet, bound his hands
behind his back, and put a hood on his head, as Boris told him to stand
still. By prior arrangement, it was
agreed Drew would go for their car once they had someone with knowledge of
Aldridge in their grasp.
Drew hurried to
the car, now some half a mile away. When
he returned, he backed down the alley where Boris waited with the hooded
man. As he got out after popping the
trunk release, Drew brought a strip of duct tape with him. The hood soon came off and the duct tape was
applied to the man’s mouth, before the hood went back on. The man was placed, none too gently, in the
trunk.
After Drew and Boris
got back in the car, Drew called Pepper.
He told her which fleabag hotel Aldridge was in. She reported, happily, it was not one she and
Suzan had yet visited, so there should be no warning given to Aldridge. When Pepper asked if she and Suzan should go
ahead with the capture of Aldridge, Drew replied, “By all means. No sense Boris and I should get all the
fun. We’ll meet you behind the hotel.”
By the time Drew
drove to the rear of the hotel, a bound, gagged, and hooded Preston Aldridge
stood between Suzan and Pepper, waiting patiently for their ride. The capture had gone without any
trouble. Suzan, with slightly tan skin
owing to her Cherokee bloodlines, had simply knocked on the door to Aldridge’s
room. She called out, “Gotta spray your
room for bedbugs…some were discovered in the next room.” She held up a can of bug spray they had
gotten from the actual cleaning lady.
When Aldridge
opened the door, he was looking at two women holding Asps. His heart sank as he recognized Pepper from a
picture of her in the Sir Alistair’s office.
The first time he had seen the picture, he had been told she was the
greatest female spy alive…one with deadly instincts. The picture had been taken fifteen years
earlier when Pepper still had brown hair—rather than her present graying
hair—but the cold steel-gray eyes he looked into told him his great gamble to
spend a rich lifestyle with his mistress was now a lost bet.
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