He slid closed the register drawer and walked out from behind the bar in the dark. Through the swinging door to the back room. If he could manage to find it, there was an electrical box on the wall.

Eddie didn’t get that far.

Out of nowhere, a bag came down over his head. At the same time, something hit his right knee from the side, hard. Eddie heard the joint pop just before he went down, moaning from the pain.

His moans didn’t stop them. Somebody put him in a powerful headlock, while someone else tied his ankles. He couldn’t even get off a punch, a kick, nothing. He’d just been hog-tied.

“You fuckers! I’m going to kill you. You hear me? You hear me?”

Apparently not. They hoisted him up onto the big table in back and cuffed each hand to the wooden legs underneath. Eddie yanked at the cuffs, but they only cut into his wrists. Even if he could get up, his knee felt like it was never going to work right again. He’d be a cripple now.

Then a faucet was turned on—full force.

What was that about?

Chapter 11

WHEN THEY PULLED the bag off his head, the lights were back on. That was good, right?

Well, not exactly. Eddie saw two upside-down faces looking at him, a white guy and a brown one, maybe Puerto Rican. They were dressed right for the neighborhood, but their short haircuts and the way they operated marked them as suits or military, maybe both.

And Eddie knew right then just how scared he ought to be. This thing, his nephew’s screwup, had obviously gotten way out of hand.

“We’re looking for Johnny,” the white guy said. “Any idea where he is?”

“I haven’t heard from him!” It was the God’s honest truth. These were not people to mess around with. He was sure of that much.

“That’s not what I asked you, Ed. I asked if you knew where he was.” The voice was cool, the two of them watching him like he was a specimen in a lab.

“Hand to God, I don’t know where Johnny is. You gotta believe me on that.”

“Okay, I hear you.” The dark one nodded. “I believe you, Ed. Let’s just be sure, though.”

Eddie’s heart jumped into his throat before they even moved on him. The white one put him in another powerful headlock, grabbed his jaw, and forced the handle of a screwdriver into his mouth. Then he pinched Eddie’s nose closed with two fingers.

The other dude came back into view, holding the running end of a green rubber hose. He held it over Eddie’s face and let the water pour into his mouth.

Eddie gagged hard. This was bad! The water was coming too fast to swallow. He couldn’t breathe; he nearly bit through the screwdriver handle trying to spit it out.

Pretty soon, his chest began to burn and his lungs were pulling for air. He bucked on the table, but the cuffs yanked him right back down. Pressure was building behind his eyes and nose, and he realized suddenly that he was going to die.