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Chapters (70)
  1. Dedication
  2. Chapter One
  3. Chapter Two
  4. Chapter Three
  5. Chapter Four
  6. Chapter Five
  7. Chapter Six
  8. Chapter Seven
  9. Chapter Eight
  10. Chapter Nine
  11. Chapter Ten
  12. Chapter Eleven
  13. Chapter Twelve
  14. Chapter Thirteen
  15. Chapter Fourteen
  16. Chapter Fifteen
  17. Chapter Sixteen
  18. Chapter Seventeen
  19. Chapter Eighteen
  20. Chapter Nineteen
  21. Chapter Twenty
  22. Chapter Twenty-One
  23. Chapter Twenty-Two
  24. Chapter Twenty-Three
  25. Chapter Twenty-Four
  26. Chapter Twenty-Five
  27. Chapter Twenty-Six
  28. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  29. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  30. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  31. Chapter Thirty
  32. Chapter Thirty-One
  33. Chapter Thirty-Two
  34. Chapter Thirty-Three
  35. Chapter Thirty-Four
  36. Chapter Thirty-Five
  37. Chapter Thirty-Six
  38. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  39. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  40. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  41. Chapter Forty
  42. Chapter Forty-One
  43. Chapter Forty-Two
  44. Chapter Forty-Three
  45. Chapter Forty-Four
  46. Chapter Forty-Five
  47. Chapter Forty-Six
  48. Chapter Forty-Seven
  49. Chapter Forty-Eight
  50. Chapter Forty-Nine
  51. Chapter Fifty
  52. Chapter Fifty-One
  53. Chapter Fifty-Two
  54. Chapter Fifty-Three
  55. Chapter Fifty-Four
  56. Chapter Fifty-Five
  57. Chapter Fifty-Six
  58. Chapter Fifty-Seven
  59. Chapter Fifty-Eight
  60. Chapter Fifty-Nine
  61. Chapter Sixty
  62. Chapter Sixty-One
  63. Chapter Sixty-Two
  64. Chapter Sixty-Three
  65. Chapter Sixty-Four
  66. An Extract from Breacher
  67. Chapter One
  68. Also by Jack Lively
  69. GET A FREE NOVELLA
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The cleaner was still up on the sofa with his back to the door, on his tip-toes, stretching his stout and tough body for a hard to reach spot. He was sucking up dust from the corner with his right hand, while holding himself against the wall with his left. Then he switched hands and steadied himself, using the free hand to shake out a shoulder cramp. I stepped into the room, took up a firing position and shot him once in the back. The guy tumbled off the sofa with a loud thud. I pulled him by the foot and rotated the body away from the cloth-covered furniture. Then I stepped back about three yards and aimed at the back of his head. The Beretta made two loud pops and the cleaner’s face exploded out along the floor.

I thought, Monday morning is not the right time to clean. That’s Friday night.

Chapter Thirty-Two

The second cleaner had an identical weapon. I wiped them both and hid one of them in the bottom of the carrier box. The other went into my waistband, in the back, with a round in the chamber. Then I hunted down the four casings. One for the first cleaner and three for his buddy. The first one was all the way down the stairs in a corner. The casings went into the carrier box with the gun.

The first cleaner’s body had slipped down several steps. I took both of his wrists and pulled him up. Then dragged him along the hallway and into the second office. The mop was still leaning against the wall where he had left it. The carrier box contained plenty of cloth wipes, a roll of white garbage bags, a box of latex gloves, a box of plastic sanitary booties and assorted spray bottles and containers of cleaning product. I pulled out a pair of latex gloves and put them on. Then put a pair of blue sanitary booties over my hiking boots. Tight fit, but they didn’t tear.

I cleaned my way backwards, from the stairwell, down the corridor and into the office. I used a combination of paper towels to pick up the big stuff, anti-bacterial spray bottle and wipes to clean off the residue, and a good old fashioned mop and bucket to finish off. I cleaned blood, brains, skull fragments, hair, and my footprints. Neatly removed all traces from the corridor and packed the cleaning tools into the office. Then I closed the office door. Now I wanted to know where the other bodies were. That is, the Woodcutter and his friends.

I thought, secondary staircase.